Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 38202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Stop staring,” I moan.
“So I can start eating your pussy?” While I choke in surprise, Mr. Rochester clucks his tongue. “How impatient of you, Ms. Reed.”
“You—-” But I can’t say anything else. Mr. Rochester has already dipped his head between my legs, his tongue lining my folds.
I shudder. I scream. And most of all, I hope it never ends.
My fingers once again tighten its grip on his hair. “Please.” I shake my head restlessly against the pillows as Mr. Rochester continues to thrust his tongue in and out of me. “Please.” I don’t even know what I’m pleading for. I just know everything is up to him.
As Mr. Rochester’s tongue begins to move faster and thrust deeper I feel pleasure start to build inside of me. My body begins to tighten, and I can no longer stop myself from thrusting my hips up, wanting Mr. Rochester to fuck me harder with his tongue.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Oh God.
It’s sooooo goooood—-
And before I know it Mr. Rochester has already sent me flying, and I’m screaming as I fall.
I come so hard I can’t even scream. All of my energy is focused on the creamy wetness gushing out of my pussy—-
And God oh God, throughout it Mr. Rochester’s mouth remains on my core, his tongue lapping up every drop of my cum—-
It’s just too much, and even as the pleasure begins to fade in the aftermath, my body continues to shudder.
Just too much.
When Mr. Rochester lifts his mouth, I let out a tiny, tremulous sigh, thinking it’s over for now and I finally have time to catch my breath.
But I’m wrong.
The next thing I know Mr. Rochester is already bracing his arms on the bed and his eyes capture mine as he starts to lower himself—-
“W-what—-”
And then I feel it. The bulbous tip of his powerful erection nudging against the swollen trembling folds of my pussy.
My eyes fly wide.
“Mr. R-Rochester?”
“Remember what I told you,” he whispers. “It will feel like I’m tearing you apart—-”
And it does.
Mr. Rochester plunges his thick, monstrous cock inside of me in one swift, hard stroke and I scream, my fingers instinctively digging into his back.
“Oh God.”
The feel of his possession is indescribably raw, and I feel so stuffed it’s almost as if I can’t breathe without feeling his cock pulse inside of me.
Above me, I see beads of sweat line the sides of Mr. Rochester’s face. His expression is taut, and I can see the amount of control he’s exerting to keep himself from moving.
“Does it still hurt?” Mr. Rochester asks tightly.
Instead of answering, I take a deep breath before moving experimentally and raising my hips a fraction—-
“Don’t,” Mr. Rochester bites out.
But I keep moving my hips up until his cock involuntarily thrusts deeper.
I moan.
Mr. Rochester inhales hard even as sapphire eyes furiously rake down my body. “What the hell, Jane?”
“I...I...” But for some reason, the words just won’t come. All I can do is clutch his shoulders more tightly as I raise my hips again—-
His nostrils flare. “Jane.” His voice is rough with need.
“Mr. Rochester...”
“Bloody hell, woman.”
And then he starts to move, and I cry out.
“I wanted to wait longer, but fuck it.”
And his thrusts become just a bit faster and harder.
Oh God.
I love it.
It’s so damn good.
Clinging to Mr. Rochester, I instinctively raise my hips to meet his every thrust.
“You’re so bloody tight,” Mr. Rochester grates out. “It makes me want to tear you apart.”
His words should’ve frightened me, but instead excitement sweeps over my body, and I can only moan. I want it. I want him to tear me apart.
And it’s as if Mr. Rochester has heard me because the next moment the movements of his cock have changed.
He’s ramming it into me relentlessly now, so damn hard my body slides up and down the bed with every thrust.
And it’s good. So damn good. Oh God it’s soooo gooood—-
“Please.” I no longer care that I’m begging. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” And Mr. Rochester rears up to his knees, placing my legs over his shoulders before shoving his cock back into me.
I scream.
He starts pounding into me, and I find myself gripping the bed covers tightly.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
And without warning I start to come.
“Oh Gooooood—-”
Mr. Rochester plunges his monstrous cock into me one last time with a low growl. A second later and I feel him shooting his hot sticky cum into me.
My feet dig against his back as I try to push myself up, wanting all of it.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Fill me with your cum, Mr. Rochester.
A PART OF ME HAD BELIEVED it would end there.
And yes. I know. It’s stupid.
A man like Mr. Rochester would never be satisfied with just one round—-
And I’m secretly glad of that.
Following my first time, Mr. Rochester had carried me to the shower and cleaned me up. His movements had been careful and gentle, but while it had been terribly sweet I also had to remind myself not to feel bad about how experienced he seemed.