Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Fuck, every hole in my body does belong to Derek tonight. I almost want to tell him that, just because of how good this all feels. How perfect. But even if I was going to, I’m mumbling out moans that are cut sharply short when Derek picks up the speed. His teeth graze my lower back and I roll my hips on him, swaying back to capture every thick inch of that monster cock so deep in my ass that I can’t breathe. It's unrelenting and perfect, and I just keep fucking back while he fucks forward. We’re slamming together with a force that I’ve never felt before, and even though I’m so utterly spent, all the same I can’t quit. Not until Derek does. Not until we both drop and look at each other with the carnal satisfaction you give someone with the wicked glint in your eye. You know, the one that says, hey, you tried to kill me with your cock tonight and that was super.
“I could write a song about how perfect fucking your ass is, but you’re already singing the best one,” Derek says, and I can hear the smug look on his face right now. It turns me on so damn much that when his fingers drag over my clit, I don’t expect it, and it knocks the wind out of me with the sheer intensity of my orgasm.
“Holy fucking hell,” I cry out, shivering around him like I’m sitting above a jackhammer.
“Exactly,” Derek says, and I hear how close he is.
His strokes get longer and Derek fucks me so fast and hard, his cock turning to steel, and I think he’s going to fill up my ass and I’m so turned on by the thought.
“Your dress is going to stick to you, Eliza,” Derek says, and I realize what he means. I brace myself for the impact of his cock unloading in me, the intensity of his cock is such that I feel like my body is on fast-forward or something.
I squeeze my eyes tight and he pulls out of me, stroking himself hard and fast as jet after jet of thick white cum gushes out of his cock and splashes onto my back. I remain frozen in place as he cums all over me, the warmness of his seed coating my skin like a blanket. When he’s finally done, I make as if to move but he grabs me by the waist and forces me to remain still.
“What are you --?” I start, but I don’t get to finish my sentence. A moan explodes in my mouth as I feel his tongue running up the length of my ass crack, its wet tip tracing soft circles around my hole and scooping up whatever cum is dripping down out of it. “Oh, God,” I moan in a low tone, my eyes rolling in their sockets as Derek licks me dry.
“Fuck, I could skip dinner every single day,” he finally says as he pulls back from me and collapses against the seat, his head thrown back against the headrest. Sitting up, I do the same, a wild and exhausted on my lips.
He’s right – I wouldn’t mind skipping dinner every day if that meant we could devour each other bodies.
Ah, the perks of having a stepfamily.
Chapter Fourteen
Good Day, USA
Donna:
Hello and welcome to Good Day USA. I’m your host today, Donna Gomez-Rivera.
Jamie:
And I’m also your host, Jamie Buchanan.
Our top story today is discussing the main topic of conversation on the minds of millions of New Yorkers.
Donna:
That’s right. And that question, quite simply is who is Eliza Seymour fuc—
Jamie:
I think you meant to ask, who is Eliza Seymour dating right now!
Donna:
Err … right. That’s exactly what I meant to say. I forgot for a second we’re on television. So the question is more than dating, because let's not forget that this is Eliza Seymour we’re talking about.
Jamie:
That’s right. This man-eater doesn't waste her time. She’s probably not looking for love. She’s said so many, many times before. But that was before she left for Paris. Maybe she’s changed? Who knows, but one thing has to stay true. Someone like Eliza doesn’t go this long without sex.
Donna:
So that only means that there is a lucky guy out there in New York City who is having his way with Eliza.
Jamie:
Or two.
Donna:
That’s right. This is Eliza we’re talking about. So there very well could be more than one man who is pumping his love stick into Eliza Seymour. We never know with her. But what we do know is that had this been the same heiress before she left for Paris, it would've been splashed all across the front pages of every tabloid in the city.
Jamie:
Everything would be captured. All the way up to the very last intimate sexual detail of what went on in the bedroom. But that's not the case this year. Dare I say that darling Eliza is now a bit more refined and mature in her dealings with men?