Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
With a low chuckle, Bruce pulls away his hand, and then I feel the pressure of his enormous head against my back door. He goes achingly slow, pushing into me inch by inch. “God, baby. You’re so tight and I love seeing your pink pleats stretch.”
His words help me relax more, and then with a pop, my sphincter relaxes and Bruce slides all the way into my rectum. OMG, I can’t believe this is happening. I’m having anal sex in a darkened club with my ex watching, but it only makes the whole scenario even naughtier.
“Please,” I whisper, my cheek pressed against the upholstery. “Do it.”
Bruce chuckles and bends over my back before kissing my shoulder. “What do you want, Jemima? Be specific.”
“I want you.”
I feel him smile against my skin. “But what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to take me.”
“But where?”
“Bruce, please,” I cry out, clenching my back door on his hard length. “Oh!”
“Tell me,” he rasps, refusing to move. “Where do you want it!”
“In my ass!” I cry out with desperation. “Oh God, please! I want you to fuck me in my ass!”
As soon as the dirty words are out, he sits up, gripping my hips, and pulls out before pushing back in, filling my bottom to the brim. My body lights on fire, pleasure igniting from head to toe.
“Yes!” I scream, every cell vibrating. “Oh God, yes!”
Meanwhile, Bruce whispers into my ear. “You look so hot taking me in your butt like this. I bet that idiot who let you go is stewing, wishing he was inside you. He wants your hot little ass wrapped around his cock, but he can’t have you because this ass belongs to me.”
I can do nothing but agree. “Yes, Bruce. Oh God!”
He thrusts into me again and my arms collapse. My body shakes as a third orgasm hits me like a tsunami, pleasure turning me into putty. Meanwhile, the alpha male leans over my back, wrapping himself around me, holding me by the waist while pumping his hips again. “Fuck!” he growls into my skin, and then I feel him swell inside, before his cock twitches. The warmth of his orgasm sprays then, coating me as he rides out his own climax.
I can’t think or speak, and merely hold still, panting as Bruce releases again and again, grunting forcefully as he grips my hips. But after a few minutes, the spurts subside and he leans over me, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.
“You did great, honey,” he whispers in my ear. “Mission accomplished.”
With bleary eyes, I look up and sure enough, Cindy and Carl are still staring at us through the palm fronds, looking like idiots with their mouths agape. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was drool hanging from Carl’s lips because he looks like such a nitwit at this moment. But then, my mind flies elsewhere as Bruce pulls out and I moan throatily at the withdrawal. He chuckles and helps me up, before getting us both dressed. I’m like a limp rag doll, but I don’t care.
“Can you walk?” he asks while threading an arm around my waist.
“I think so. Just don’t let me go.”
His lips curve into a half smile. “Oh, I don’t plan to.”
He helps me up, and with his arm supporting me, we make our way back over to the couch and table where we left Carl and Cindy. My legs are a little shaky and I’m limping a bit, so I lean on him heavily, but it feels right. Bruce is a warm and reassuring bulk at my side, and I melt against his hard strength.
When we finally get back to the table, I make to take a seat but Bruce doesn’t let go. Instead, we stand off to the side, and I notice with satisfaction that Cindy is no longer in Carl’s lap. Instead, they’re sitting with several inches of space between them and the temperature is frigid. Cindy’s shooting daggers at me with her eyes, but at the same time, she can’t stop checking out Bruce like a jealous hussy.
Carl, on the other hand, is sitting stiff with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and I can tell by the way his jaw is flexing that he’s grinding his teeth. Even his blond hair looks angry with the spikes practically vibrating with incoherent rage.
“Thanks for letting me join you tonight,” Bruce drawls smoothly, looking over the group. “It was fun, but I better get Jemima home. Pretty girls need to keep their energy up, after all.”
“Yeah, I guess tonight was pretty eventful for you two, wasn’t it?” Carl snaps angrily. “Jeez Louise!”
I merely smile dreamily.
“Yeah,” I echo, snuggling into Bruce’s side. “I had a wonderful time tonight. I’m definitely ready for a little rest now, Brucie. Sleeping, and not … well, you know,” I finish with a giggle.