Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I leaned back and used one palm to push her down, this time all the way so that her chest was pressed into the desk. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her bottom out and up, so she was on her tiptoes. Then I lined my cock up with her entrance and thrust hard inside. “Fuck,” I panted. “Still so damn tight, after all these years.” I yanked her back against me as I drove deep into her pussy again and our skin slapped together as I bottomed out. “You feel so fucking good, kitten,” I groaned as I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Even more come was dripping from my cock, and my balls were drawing up as my spine tingled, but I wasn't ready to let go yet. I pumped fast and hard, slamming into her repeatedly, while our cries of passion bounced off the walls.
Suddenly, I slipped my hands beneath her torso and cupped her tits as I brought her back up to a standing position with her back flush against my front. I squeezed them and plucked her nipples, muttering, “Fuck!” when her pussy clamped down on my cock. I released her heavy globes and glided my hands down to her thighs, widening her stance. Then I lifted her right leg, bending it and resting the knee on the desk. With the flat of one hand on her inner thigh, I held her wide open. My other hand journeyed down to play with her clit, then I spread her lips with my first and fourth fingers and worked the middle digit inside her for a fuller, tighter penetration. I followed the rhythm of my cock but curled up each time to reach her most sensitive spot. The movement rubbed over her swollen clit, and she began to scream as her hips undulated, not sure when to push into my hand or back against my dick.
“Brandon! Yes! Yes! Ah! Ah! Ah! Brandon!” She screamed my name, the sound ripping from her lips as her hands clenched into fists on the desktop, and her body shuddered violently.
I buried my face in her neck, muffling my shouts of passion. “Fuck, kitten. Oh, fuck yeah. So damn good. Squeeze that hot little pussy, baby. Fuck, yes!” I couldn't hold back any longer, so I removed my finger and pinched her clit hard as I pounded into her two more times, then I roared as my own climax barreled through me like a fucking freight train.
After so many years together, a lot of couples talked about the passion and the magic fading. Whenever I heard them, I always wondered what the fuck was wrong with them. Every minute, every hour, every day, and every year with Carly was even better than the last. I did not doubt that I'd want her just as much when we were eighty or one-hundred-years old. Hell, I'd probably be chasing after her sexy ass even after we were dead.