Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Hold on to it,” he repeats, not nearly close to letting this be over.
“Oh, God,” I pant. “I can’t. I’m going to come.”
“The fuck you are,” Crew mutters, locking his arm around my waist and scooping me off the table. He walks back over to my chair and hits the button, making it recline all the way back before putting me down so I’m facing away from him on my knees. “Bend over, Kyah. I haven’t waited years to fuck you for you to come this soon. Spread those pretty thighs and bend over.”
A thrill shoots through my body, and I quickly spread my knees as wide as my chair will allow before plastering my tits to the cushion, my ass high in the air. Crew cups my ass, squeezing hard before releasing his hold, only to come back with a sharp spank that forces a deep, guttural groan sailing from my lips. I can all but feel my arousal dripping down my legs.
“Every time I think about you, Ky, this is how I picture you,” he says, his fingers dragging through my wetness, roaming right up to my ass before heading south once again. Then without warning, he thrusts his fingers back inside of me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve fucked my own hand, picturing you just like this.”
My pussy spasms around his fingers, and I bury my face into the soft cushion of my chair.
“Touch yourself, Ky. Show me how you like it.”
I don’t hesitate, slipping my arm beneath me and through my legs until finally, my fingers are pressing down over my clit, rubbing tight little circles, making everything more intense. “Please, Crew.”
“So fucking pretty,” he hums to himself before finally pulling his fingers free once again. I feel as he steps in behind me, his tip lingering at my entrance, and then as he takes my hips to hold me steady, he slams back into me, stretching me so fucking wide, it can’t be natural. “YES,” I cry as he hammers into me, taking me deep and hard, just the way I like it.
My other hand reaches up to grip the headrest of my seat, keeping me balanced, and I squeeze tight, feeling the exact moment my nails penetrate the material. My mind swirls as I feel my orgasm creeping back up on me. “Crew,” I warn with a heavy pant, the intensity already blasting through my veins.
“I got you, Ky,” he vows, his sweet words like music to my ears. But then he goes and presses his thumb over my ass, adding just a little pressure as I continue working my clit, and God dammit, it’s too much.
I push back against him, wanting more, and he doesn’t hesitate, giving me exactly what I’m craving, and as he thrusts into me one more time, that thick cock stretching me wide, I clamp down, my orgasm tearing through me.
I detonate like a fucking explosion, crying out as my body spasms, my pussy convulsing around Crew’s cock and holding him hostage, but he doesn’t dare stop. He keeps fucking me, keeps working my ass as my orgasm pulses heavily through my body, and my toes curl as I clench my eyes, barely able to breathe. The intensity knocks me down, but the high keeps climbing, even more so as Crew comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt and making me feel like a fucking goddess.
I’ve always wanted to know what it’d feel like to have him release inside of me, and shit, it’s better than I could have imagined. But fuck, it was stupid. Careless. Neither of us even considered a condom in the heat of the moment, and yet, I’m not worried. I’m on birth control, and while Crew has been known to get around, he’s not usually the type to go without wrapping his junk. He would never knowingly pass something to me.
As I come down from my high, my body crumbles against my chair, but Crew doesn’t move, keeping that monster cock buried deep inside of me. His hand loosens on my hip, his other gently dropping to my lower back, rubbing back and forth. “Shit,” he breathes, catching his breath.
“Yeah,” I agree, needing a minute.
Crew reluctantly pulls out, and when he does, I’ve never felt so empty. I hear him fixing his pants, and I scramble back up to my knees, already feeling him leaking out of me. I take a breath, not trusting my shaky legs to move just yet, and as I look back to watch Crew, he catches my eye, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes soften. He steps right into me, his big hand curling around the back of my neck as he pulls me in. He kisses me again, only this time, it’s not as deep as when he took me on the table.