Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
But A'tam just shucks off my pants, glances down at me again, shrugs, and then lowers his head between my thighs.
I suck in a breath, a little surprised at how direct he is. In my past experiences with sex, there's a lot more foreplay. There's more kissing, more teasing of breasts, a little more dancing around the subject. A'tam, it seems, is not here for any of that. He gives my pussy a long, slow lick that makes heat pulse through my body, and I moan aloud.
"Mmm, I like your taste, B'shit." He licks me again.
"Bridget," I whisper, doing my best not to grind my hips against his face. The ridges on his tongue were nice and pleasant enough to kiss, but on my pussy, they change things. Each stroke of his tongue over my flesh feels utterly different, and I gasp when he moves toward my clit…and then promptly licks away again.
Frustrated, I wriggle as he licks me again, but he doesn't seem to move any closer to my clit. He focuses on my folds, and then on the entrance to my core, lapping at it. And, okay, it feels good, but it's not blowing me away. Not when he's missing the target I want him to hit.
But then he dips his tongue into my core, and I moan again. Okay, that feels pretty good. If he's not going to touch my clit, I guess I can still have fun with the sex. After all, he skipped my breasts and I'm still enjoying myself. Lord knows the kissing is good. This is just…different.
"Look at how wet you are, B'shit," he murmurs, dragging his tongue over the folds of my pussy again. "Are you ready for me?"
I suppose I am. I'm definitely wet and aroused, and how can I complain about that? How can I complain that he skipped some of my favorite parts? I just nod and caress his cheek when he looks up at me and grins.
I watch as he sits back and strips his vest off, revealing his broad shoulders. In the next moment, his loincloth lands on the floor, and I suck in a breath. For the first time since we started kissing, I have doubts.
Enormous ones. Goliath ones.
I always forget just how big A’tam is. Tonight, it’s obvious that A'tam is also very much a grow-er. I've seen him naked a few times, but it’s usually as he fishes, and I’ve forgotten that the water is deathly cold and causes shrinkage…
Right in front of me is an enormous, larger-than-life reminder of his size, though. The man has a goddamn club between his legs.
I'm not sure how that's going to feel good.
But he moves over me and kisses me again, and his mouth is sweet and gentle on mine, and I sigh, leaning into the kiss. I'm just freaking out, I tell myself. Lauren's mated to an islander and she hasn't complained. Lots of the women are mated to sa-khui, and no one has complained there, either. This must be normal and I'm just being a Negative Nancy, like my mother always says. He pushes my thighs apart with his hand even as he nips at my lower lip, and I moan. If we could just kiss for another hour or two…
Doesn't happen, though. A'tam shifts his big body over mine, settling his hips between my thighs. Inwardly, I brace myself, waiting for a slow invasion of his enormous cock.
That doesn't happen, either. In one swift movement, A'tam thrusts into me, sinking to the hilt.
I suck in a breath, stunned.
That…hurt. A lot.
To my horror, I realize that his cock is really, really big and my body is not equipped to handle it. I’m too small for alien dick.
And I want him off of me.
Before I can say anything, A’tam grunts with satisfaction and begins to pump furiously. It’s like I don’t exist except to catch his dick. He doesn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to me, or the fact that I’m stiff with pain as he ram-ram-rams his cock into me. He plunges so deep that he smacks into my cervix and sends a wave of pain through my abdomen each time.
It’s like I’m being fucked by a battering ram and I’m too stunned to say anything.
To make matters worse, his spur, the thing everyone speaks so highly of, just jabs at my pussy over and over again, like a finger stabbing at my most sensitive parts in the worst moment.
This is…a nightmare.
We don’t fit, and with every thrust, it becomes more evident to me. I dig my nails into his back, trying to hold back my cries of pain as he stabs me with his enormous dick. I'm not going to come. I'm not even close to coming.
Right now I just want it to be over.