Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
His grin was one that clearly said he didn’t care that I’d fallen onto his face at the peak of my passion. “Don’t worry,” he said as he ripped his shirt off over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. “I didn’t mind.”
I continued to watch him, bringing my knees further up underneath me, and went to sit up onto my shins.
He stopped me with one huge hand on the small of my back. “Stay.”
I did, waiting for what he would do next.
And what he did next was enough to send a shiver of fear through my body.
“Holy cow,” I breathed as he ripped his pants open, one button at a time, and then shoved them and his underwear down to his knees.
I licked my lips as I got my first good look at his cock, and I wondered if it was possible to take something that large into an orifice so small.
Surely his cock wasn’t as big as it seemed.
Something sounded in the yard beyond the trailer, and my eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing.
“Is that your dad?”
An hour or so before when we’d arrived, I was surprised to find that behind the house we’d been in earlier was a trailer. In the driveway. It was right next to where the men parked their bikes when we’d arrived back home.
But now, I could hear a motorcycle starting up right outside the window.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
“No idea,” the man that was running his work-roughened hand down the ridge of my spine murmured.
Then I felt what resembled a steel pole covered in flesh bump up against the inside of my thigh, and stiffened.
“Sean,” I pleaded. “We can’t.”
Then he pressed that hard cock of his up against my entrance, started to push inside, and then cursed and backed away.
I looked behind me as he stomped away, stopping in front of a cabinet that was just to the right of the kitchen area.
He pulled the cabinet open, yanked down a box that was clearly a package of condoms—one, might I add, that had a layer of dust on it—and viciously ripped into it.
The way he was tearing into it actually made me smile, but the moment he turned and I got another look at his big cock, nerves started to ripple in my belly.
“Have you ever permanently scarred a woman when you were taking her?” I asked as he made his way back to me, a condom in his hand.
He didn’t answer, instead held the package with his teeth and pulled out the contraceptive, and then tossed the wrapper in the vicinity of the sink.
My eyes went to his hands as I watched in fascination while he slicked it down his cock.
“It’s red,” I murmured.
“And ribbed,” he agreed.
I opened my mouth to say something more, and then shut it when I heard the motorcycle rev up, and then descend down the driveway.
Relief must’ve shown on my face, because Sean grinned.
“Been doing this for five years now, darlin’,” he informed me. “Dad knows better by now.”
I didn’t believe him.
“You can’t be positive.”
He came back up behind me and I dropped my head back down to my pillow, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I waited for him to enter me.
“If the trailer’s rockin’,” he rumbled. “Dad doesn’t come a’ knockin’.”
With that he pushed into me, spearing me with his big, hard cock.
I screamed.
Both in a good and a bad way.
I’d never, not once, felt so full as I did right then.
I’d had five sexual partners in my life and none of them had been as big, or as thick, as Sean was.
He touched me in places that I never knew were even there to be touched, and kept touching.
As more and more of him filled me, I felt his hips hitting the back of my legs, and I was fairly certain that if I died today, I would die a very happy, fulfilled woman.
He hadn’t even started to really move yet, and I was already on the verge of coming again.
His hands clenched on my hips, as I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth in an effort to gain control of the situation.
But Sean didn’t want me in control. He didn’t want me to be anything but aware of him. Which I was.
Very much so.
“Sean,” I whimpered. “Please.”
I didn’t even know what I was asking for at this point. To fuck me? Pull out? Rub my clit?
He was obviously aware of what I needed, though, because he withdrew and then slowly filled me back up.
He did this over and over while I tried to catch my breath.
It took me a few long moments of pulling air into my lungs to realize that it was futile.
I wasn’t going to catch my breath.
Not with Sean’s magnificent cock inside of me, and sure as hell not while his hands were clenching so tightly on my hips that it was almost painful.