Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
His kiss remains gentle but becomes more urgent as he caresses my sweet spot. His lips break free of mine and his hand reaches into my corset, the only item of clothing left on either of us, as he cups and fondles my breasts.
“Oh, god, Peter. That feels so good,” I tell him, needing to participate. I lean forward a bit, thrusting my hips back into his, rotating them in a circle against his shaft. He pulls away for just a second and then he’s between my legs, not inside me, just sliding his huge cock back and forth against my outer layers.
He takes his hand away but he’s so big that his mushroom tip rubs the same spot from behind. His hands find the zipper on my corset and the lace falls to the ground. My ample breasts are free and I’m completely naked on a balcony in New York City on the verge of an orgasm.
“You are so beautiful,” Peter murmurs, running his hands over my ass, up my hips and finally stopping to cup my breasts. The slow tease of having him between my legs but not inside me continues.
“Will you please put that hard cock inside me,” I ask breathily. The ache has become an urgent need.
In one expert move, he slowly enters my pink core. I feel myself close around him and it is glorious. The slow, careful thrusts are excruciatingly pleasurable.
Peter’s hands keep roaming my body, up my bare back, down my arms and then returning to focus on my nipples, delicately pinching them to evoke more moans from me. He sustains the same slow, steady drive of his arousal into my slit. It’s maddening and I try to increase the pace, but he keeps me from sliding back and forth on him faster.
“I told you I was going to tease you tonight, Whitney. How does that feel?”
“It feels like I can’t take any more teasing,” I gasp, pulling off for a moment. Then, I turn around to face him.
“It feels like I’ve been waiting for a week to climax with you actually inside of me, rather than just in a dream. I want to experience the first of the many orgasms I expect tonight. Now,” I inform him and push him back onto a patio lounge chair.
The teasing has emboldened me so I tell him what we’re going to do next. “Sit back on that chair so I can straddle you. I adore when you take me from behind, but I want to see your face when I hit that apex.”
He doesn’t say a word but does as instructed. If possible, he seems even more erect than before. I take him inside me and work my way down an inch at a time. He’s huge, and it takes me a minute to adjust to the full length of him inside. But soon enough, I straddle him and put both my feet on the ground, taking all of his length. The slight curve of his erection pushes forward inside of me towards my stomach and I am now blissfully aware that the g-spot is not an imaginary thing.
The tip of him bumps against that spot inside me and sends a wave of euphoria through my body. This lounge chair is the perfect location for sex, and with my feet firmly planted on a hard surface I can get the leverage I need to slide up and down harder and faster, stimulating the mythical location that is about to give me my first peak of the night.
Peter’s eyes are glued to mine. His gaze is adoring as a tidal wave of ecstasy slams into me, knocking me forward onto his chest. My tempo comes to a screeching halt as little convulsions course through my body.
“Ohhh!” I cry, head tilting back. “Oh god, yes!”
As I convulse and shake, Peter sits up and lifts my face to his, kissing me tenderly. My eyelids are heavy with the massive dose of endorphins my body just released, but I see him smile.
“Let me take you upstairs,” he whispers in my ear.
“But you haven’t finished yet,” I protest. Are we going to bed for the night? He grins, reading my mind.
“Oh, neither of us is finished but I think you deserve a big, comfortable bed for round two.”
That makes me smile too.
“I think a bed would be perfect right now,” I say and let him slip out of me so we can climb the stairs of his penthouse naked.
He takes my hand and leads me to our destination where I fall back, still on an endorphin high, onto the soft mattress. The sheets have been pulled back and I glide onto the crisp, white, Egyptian cotton textiles. My handsome companion slides in beside me and my heart shudders. He’s huge and gorgeous, and I’m reminded of just how lucky I am.