Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
It was such a turn-on. “Face down. Ass up.”
She didn’t blink at my orders, but her face hardened. “I can’t do this…”
“Then pack your shit and go.” My sweatpants felt tight, my dick so hard because I knew she wouldn’t go anywhere.
“I just need more time—”
“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” I snapped. “Did the others pay a premium just to be told to wait?”
“I told you I’m not that person anymore—”
“Then you’d better be that person again or leave.”
She looked away, stepping back slightly like the distance between us didn’t grant her enough space. She withdrew, her body becoming smaller, her fire more distant.
The frustration was making me boil, but I kept it bottled deep inside under lock and key. I watched her suffer in silence, watched her abandon all her beliefs just to survive. The self-loathing. The disrespect. The hatred.
“Eyes.”
She wouldn’t look at me.
“I’m only doing this once.”
She turned to look at me, her eyes slightly confused.
I came close, bringing my face just inches from hers.
She inhaled a quick breath when I drew near, but she didn’t step away. Her eyes locked on mine, her angry fire extinguished. Her eyes glanced down to my lips, like she knew what was coming and had no protest.
My arm circled her waist, and I pulled her close to me, my lips resting on her forehead. My hand slipped into her hair past her ear, and I tilted her chin up, my thumb sliding down her soft neck.
Our eyes remained locked for a long moment. Hers shifted back and forth. So did mine.
Now there was no objection.
She didn’t want to sleep with me out of obligation.
Only because she wanted to.
With my hand on her cheek, I brought her lips to mine.
They came together in a soft landing, a sharp breath escaping her nose when she felt my mouth. Her lips were warm, tasted like blush wine, and they were eager. My hand slid deeper into her hair as I turned my head slightly and kissed her. Kissed her again and again. It’d been so long since I’d kissed a woman. So many years ago I couldn’t even remember the woman who had the honor.
Her mouth was hesitant at first, but she met my hunger with her own. Soon, her hands were on me, feeling my arms and my chest, clinging to my back when we came even closer together. Her breaths deepened and her muscles relaxed. She lost herself in me, getting swept up in the fire ignited by our lips.
My fingers pulled on the front of her collared shirt, loosening the knot secured below her tits. My palm flattened against her small stomach then pushed up, gathering the material until I pulled it over her head.
She unclasped her own bra and let the straps fall until the entire thing slipped to the floor. Everything else came off quickly, her jeans and panties ending up on the floor.
This was not how I’d wanted my night to go, but if I had to ease her into it, so be it.
I got her on the bed, her beautiful naked body ready for me to take. Her small tits had pebbled nipples, her pierced belly button reflected the light from the bedside lamp, and the area between her legs was groomed like she expected me to see it.
I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed, her legs over my shoulders, and kissed her.
She immediately arched her back and drew in a heavy breath when she felt my lips. My tongue tasted her sweetness as I circled the source of all her pleasure. I could have taken it slow and eased her into it, but my dick had been hard for a solid fifteen minutes, and I wasn’t going to wait a moment longer.
Her nails dug into the bedding beside her as she gave an unexpected moan. Her body remained tight as I kissed her, but she eventually loosened, rocking her hips as she pushed herself into my lips, wanting more.
If I were a decent guy, I’d let her come first.
But I wasn’t.
I got her wet, got her ready, got her to stop thinking about her obligations.
Then I finally rose to my feet, positioned her at the edge of the bed, and pushed my fat dick inside her. It took three thrusts, the first two gentle, and then a third, hard one to get past her tightness.
Then I slid inside her softness, her wetness, her tightness, and I gave a moan of victory.
Finally.
My hands hooked around the tops of her thighs as I anchored her against me, and I thrust, hitting her deep until she winced before I pulled out again. When my dick reemerged, I saw it completely coated in her sticky arousal, so thick it was audible when I shoved myself back inside.