Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I run my fingers down her seam, pushing inside her. She mewls and clenches around me, so ready for me. I lied. I can’t hold back for a single second. When my dick brushes against her clit, she moans. She pulls me down to her and kisses me, working me up with her lips and tongue as she bumps against my cock again and again with her sweet heat.
I press against her entrance, and she holds onto me tightly as I push inside her. You’re so tight feels far too token for this perfection. For all that she is. “You’re amazing,” I tell her, peppering her lips with kisses. “You’re glorious. You’re beautiful.”
“That’s just bedroom talk.” She smiles coyly at me. Minx.
Her hips pulse up into me, and when I push forward, her smile fades, and her eyes flutter close. She frowns like she’s concentrating, trying to feel every inch of me inside her. Intense heat bursts through me. My balls clench up, and I close my eyes because one more second of watching her feel me inside her, and there isn’t going to be another second of this.
I feel her hands grasp harder onto my shoulders as I start to thrust. She’s tight and perfect and tiny, but we fit. She takes me even when I thrust deeper.
“Thaddius…”
“Nina,” I groan.
I should say something else. Something more. Praise her, worship her. But this time, I’m speechless for a different reason. I can’t think past the pleasure. The pleasure is all there is. The warmth of her clenching so tightly around me, her body pressing against mine, and the sway of her hips as she finds her own rhythm.
And then.
And then, she breaks it off. She goes still, and when I go still, and my eyes pop open, she wriggles out from under me. “Fair is only fair,” she exclaims teasingly. Swinging a leg over me, she spins me around so I’m on my back on the other side of the bed. She lands on top of me, giggling. “I believe you did this to me before. And I swore I’d pay you back.”
Oh my god. She doesn’t mean…but she does. It’s her turn to kiss down my abs. It tickles, but not as much as her hair does when it brushes over me. She touches my muscles, tracing their lines and ridges. I’m so much bigger than she is, but right now, all my strength has vanished under her touch, and I feel something I’ve never felt before. Adored and perfect in my own skin. Her eyes are fiery blue, and they light up when she looks at me.
“I love this. You’re beautiful too. I could spend all day just looking at you, but I’d rather touch you.” She skims her hand down my abs and then lower, wrapping her hand around my shaft. I try very hard not to push into her hand, but I can’t help it. My body likes her touch. I let out a hiss like a rusty bellow. It’s a good sound. My dick likes being in her hand.
Her tongue moistens her lower lip as she bends her head, and she doesn’t hesitate. She takes me into her mouth, and I almost shoot out of my skin and nearly do it again when she moans at the first taste of me. Her tongue darts over the head of my dick, tasting everything. I know I have to be making sounds, but they’re more like the sounds of a raging dinosaur stampeding through the room. I try my best to stop since noises like that shouldn’t come out of a human person, but then when Nina grasps my dick with her hand and works me with both her hand and mouth, I am both done and beyond steel.
All the rock from all the centuries of this earth doesn’t have anything on me right now.
And all the beauty in all the known universe doesn’t have anything on Nina.
I move my hips because I have to, and Nina moves with me. She uses her mouth to please me, shifting her hand and position to take me deeper, over and over. It doesn’t matter that my hips keep surging forward. She doesn’t put a hand on my abs to push me down or keep me still. She sucks me even harder, and just when I think there’s no way this is going to be able to continue, she pulls back.
She keeps me in her hand, though, and then gets on top of me. I have half a second to realize this is totally how I die, in utter bliss, before she fits me to her entrance and lowers herself down onto me.
I grasp her waist, but she needs no steadying. She rides me like she was made for me, and isn’t that the most perfect thing? That we were designed for each other long before we were destined as a concept? That this moment right here was ordained before the sun and moon were even brought into being?