Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I swallowed hard, then stood up as I shucked my pants so fast that my panties went halfway down my legs along with them.
There was a moment of silence as I contemplated whether to pull them back up or take those off, too. But then Louis moved, wrapping his hand around my back to undo my bra and expose my breasts to his hungry gaze.
But before he could reach forward and grab them in his hands, I stepped back.
“Let me put these clothes into the hamper and put it outside,” I breathed. “I don’t want her knocking on the door and interrupting us.”
His eyes met mine as he slowly lowered his boxer briefs.
I allowed my eyes to drag down the length of his body. My gaze came to a screeching halt on his lower half as his cock became exposed.
“My God,” I breathed.
Was it possible for him to be bigger? Because holy hell.
He was big. Way bigger than any dildo I’d ever used before.
And thick. God, was it normal for a person to be that thick?
I licked my lips nervously, my eyes staying on his cock, as I finished working my panties the rest of the way off of my legs.
I mean, I’d seen it before, but seeing it and it about to go into my very small vagina were two very different things.
And to distract myself, I started to pick up the articles of clothing that’d gone to the floor that we’d forgotten.
He bent over and emptied his pockets, tossing a few spare magazines, his wallet, and his belt onto the bed beside his firearm.
I took his pants from him, then turned and bent over to get my shirt, only to feel his hands on my hips as he pulled me back into his crotch.
The feel of his hard cock pressing against my ass might’ve been my undoing.
Spine straightening with a snap, I pulled out of his arms roughly and hurried toward the door. Once there, I tossed the clothes into the basket and practically ripped the door open.
Shoving the basket out, I slammed and locked the door all over again.
Just as I was about to turn around and face Louis, I found myself turned and pinned to the door.
In the next second, I had my back facing it, Louis’ hands hiking me up high, and his mouth on mine.
I groaned into his mouth, reaching between us for his cock that was running the length of my cleft.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he whispered between breaths. “Your hand on my cock is making me so hard.”
If that was all it took to get him hard, he’d find it hard to function, because I had a feeling that my hand would be on him quite a bit in the near future.
But instead of saying a word, I guided his cock to my entrance.
He understood what I was asking for in seconds and hoisted me higher using only the strength of his arms.
I bit my lip as his cock started to press inside, feeling the burning stretch and beginning to worry that I should have told him that I wasn’t experienced in the least.
But just as the feeling started to become unbearable, he lifted me back up, coating his cock in my juices and started the entire process all over again.
Just as I’d take another inch, he’d lift me again, repeating the motions until I was nearly taking him all in every stroke.
And yes, my God, did he stretch me.
When I looked down at where we were joined, it looked damn near obscene, how I was stretching for him.
I shoved my face into the crook of Louis’ neck, panting lightly as he shoved the last inch into me, and then stilled.
I felt so full.
Like, I’ve never been this stretched, never going to be the same again, kind of full.
“Jesus,” Louis breathed. “You feel like heaven.”
I pulled back, allowing my head to fall against the door as I stared deep into his eyes.
If I had known what I was missing…
“What’s that look on your face for?” he asked, his hand coming up to tuck a few stray tufts of hair that’d fallen from my ponytail behind my ear.
I swallowed hard, wondering if I should just tell him the truth.
Then decided, he wasn’t really going to be able to change anything now. He was already inside of me.
Tightening my legs around his hips, I smoothed my hand down his chest, avoiding his eyes.
“I, ummm…” I hesitated. “I was… shit. This is hard.”
He moved me up and down the length of his cock once, and I moaned as he disappeared from my body only to fill me so full again.
“Tell me,” he pleaded with me, pumping me full again. And again. And again.
By the time I finally blurted out the words, I was pretty much mindless.