Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Don’t,” she snarls, and then she shatters.
I’m sweating at the restraint it takes to feel her every quiver, flutter, and wave and not be able to come myself, gritting my teeth so hard my jaw is going to hurt later and watching the most beautiful sight I’ve ever had the gift of witnessing.
I feel the convulsions slow and yank myself out of her, rising to my knees and then standing over her. “Get up here, now.”
I hold my cock out for her, but as she moves, I grip her face in my other hand, holding her mouth open. I savagely kiss her and then spit in her mouth. “Swallow it all, like a good little whore. Everything I give you.”
Her eyes go bright with excitement, and she rearranges herself so that she’s sitting on her shins, her mouth at cock-level. She tries to lick me from root to tip, but the time for play is long past. I weave my hands into her hair on one side and hold her still, feeding her my cock inch by inch until her nose is pressed to the short hairs on my body. I keep her there, teasing at the entrance to her throat to see if she’s ready for that.
When I release her, she gasps, and I see that there’s a shine of tears in her eyes, but she’s grinning in delight. “Fuck my mouth. I love it.”
I cup her cheeks in my hands, holding her still the same way she did me as I thrust my cock into her mouth deep and hard, burying myself into her throat and growling as I feel her muscles contract as she tries to handle it. Pulling back, I do it again and again, force fucking her mouth until I feel the tears running down her pretty cheeks and her lips swell from the force of my hips. My balls slap off her chin, but instead of trying to pull back, Samantha moans in lust.
I can’t see her hands, but a moment later, I feel that she’s wet one finger with her own cum because she reaches beneath me and touches her fingertip to my asshole. I nearly jump out of my own skin, but Samantha hollows her cheeks at the same time and it’s too much. I can’t pull away from the pleasure, not even because of the fear.
“Do it . . .” I grit out, still only fifty-four percent sure. But she hasn’t steered me wrong yet, and exploring is what it’s all about with Samantha. I want to experience it all . . . with her.
It’s weird and uncomfortable, so I pound into her face harder, punishing her. But then suddenly, there’s an ease. I feel . . . full? And when she crooks her finger and electricity shoots through me, up my spine and into my balls, I come nearly instantly.
“Holy fuck, Samantha,” I hiss, my voice deep and raspy as my head falls back. I don’t see the stars, though. My eyes are clenched tight as I ride a razor edge of ecstasy. Forcing my focus back down because I don’t want to miss this, I ask, “You want it? Want my cum in your mouth?”
She whimpers her assent as she crooks her finger again, and I pull back out of her throat just as I start to cum, three thick spurts filling her mouth before I pull out to cover her tits in the rest of my ejaculate. The sounds I make are more animal than man, primal and raw, and as Samantha gasps, her mouth pearly with my seed, an animal voice inside me roars to life too . . . mine.
Gasping for air, I collapse back to the towel, gathering Samantha at my side after we both clean up a little. I stroke her hair, looking up at the stars as my brain tries to reset, to form words again, and the beast retreats to its cave inside me, sated for now.
“Can’t believe we just did that,” I finally whisper. “All of that.”
Samantha nods, cuddling against me. “The final frontier, where nothing has ever gone before.” She wiggles her index finger in the air. “Till now.”
I can’t help but laugh and look down at her. “Did you just quote Star Trek?”
She shrugs, grinning. “With a little artistic liberty.”
She surprises me at every turn, intoxicating and addicting me with her body, her mind, and her spirit. This is more than anything I’ve ever experienced before. The closest I can compare it to is being high.
The world doesn’t feel the same, and I can’t go back to how I was before. It’s like I’ve been blind, and not only can I see now, but I can see in searing colors and high-definition sharpness, contrasts that never existed before.
All because of Samantha.