Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Suddenly, he withdraws fully, leaving me feeling vacant and hollow. I gasp and look up at him, but I have no time as his hands quickly find my hips and flip me over onto my stomach. He tugs my waist and grunts, “On your knees, baby.”
I understand immediately and position myself the way he wants me and glance back over my shoulder just in time to watch him press his enormous swollen flesh inside me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out. From this angle, he feels even bigger, and I have to ignore the uncomfortable twinge that seems to be pressing against my belly button from the inside. It’s not too hard to do considering the overwhelming flood of pleasure anyways.
“You’re flawless, baby,” he growls, spanking me hard with a massive, muscled hand. “Look at that ass. God, I’m so fucking close.”
“Don’t feel bad.” I smile back at him, teasing. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
A look of shock comes over Cal’s face. Then his eyes narrow, and he does something that could almost be classified as a smile.
“Oh, yeah?” he replies, pressing my face down into the couch cushion. I bite my lip playfully as he picks the pace up. He’s getting rough with me, and I like it. I really like it. I feel like a little doll being thrown around by him, used for his personal pleasure. “How about this? Can you handle this?”
I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t even get a chance to speak before I feel two fingers from his other hand press against my clit.
An explosion of feeling sends a shudder through my entire body as that little tender bundle of nerves between my legs ignites against his touch. The combination of this kind of double stimulation has me soaring like a rocket toward climax.
“Fuck…” I manage to groan out as the couch thuds against the floor with each rough, frenzied stroke Cal drives into me. He’s a muscled giant with full control over me, and I can feel his manhood swelling to the point of no return inside of me. I may not have ever done this before, but I know we’re both on our way to the point of no return, and it’s close. Very close.
I scream out in pleasure as his fingers roll my clit and his cock pumps faster back and forth inside of me. The couch cushions slightly muffle my cries of ecstasy, but not by much. Thank God we’re in the penthouse and don’t have neighbors on either side of us.
“Yes, baby,” Cal grunts. “I’m coming too.”
He slumps down on top of me, pinning me against the couch with his full weight, crushing the air from my lungs as a hot shot of sticky moisture fires deep into my womanhood. Each pump that coats my walls enhances my own climax, causing me to scream more and more into the couch as he ruts deep in me, milking his seed from his balls and depositing it into me as if there was nowhere else for it to go. It’s only as I start to come down from my orgasm and begin to regain my senses that I realize what just happened and what I just let him do.
“Christ, Cal,” I whisper, inhaling his scent, feeling his sweat against my back. “You know I’m not on birth control, right? I’m a fucking virgin.”
Cal chuckles. “You know I don’t care, right?”
“You—you don’t care?” I ask, twisting beneath him so I can look into his eyes. “Cal, you’re a bigtime rockstar. I could get pregnant. What if–?”
With the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen, Cal runs a caring hand up my stomach and then kisses me softly on the cheek. “I know how it works, Reese.” He smiles. “And personally, I don’t see any problem with that happening.”
10
Reese
“You what?” Sarah is looking at me like I just told her the greatest joke in the world, or I’ve lost my mind and need to be admitted to the psych ward—or both.
“Yeah, see? I told you I could handle him,” I reply with the cockiest voice I can muster. It’s really not how I’m feeling about the way things went down between Cal and me, but I have to talk it up in front of her.
We’re in my bedroom, as the living room is still filled with racks of designer clothing, and I’ve just finished recounting the events of last night and my date with Cal. I spent the night at his hotel, but he had a bunch of business to get to today, so I came back to the apartment and ran into Sarah, who was just waking up and wanted to know everything.
“Handle him, Reese? You didn’t just handle him, you…” Her voice trails off, and she twists her lips to the side. This is the first time in a long time I think I’ve seen Sarah without something to say.