Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“It’s been a really long time,” I admitted stiffly, unable to help myself from rocking my engorged cock into her wet heat. And she was wet. Very, very wet. The length of my cock moving up and down the lips of her sex was making a wet sound. One that let me know that I would have no problem sliding inside if I was only to change the angle. “If I get inside you before getting you off… it’s done with.”
She snickered against my throat, then latched on with her teeth.
The suddenness of the move had my cock jolting and notching at her entrance.
I growled and pulled away, looked into her eyes, and then went ahead and pushed my cock into her wet, sweet heat.
And God, was she warm. So fucking warm that I wanted to bury myself there and live there forever.
That was doable, right?
“You’re looking at me like you’re going to devour me.” She gasped as she wiggled on my cock.
I was big.
Not like superhuman, star in a porn about my monster cock, big. But bigger than average. I knew that I had to take it slow or I could hurt her, and the way she was shifting and trying to accommodate my size let me know that it’d probably been a long while for her, too.
“I thought that you dated some dude name Mark before me?” I asked as I ran my tongue along the length of her collarbone.
She laughed then, startling me into pushing farther into her thanks to the way her pussy clamped down on my cock with each laugh that came out of her mouth.
Her laughter fell off as I slowly pushed my way into her, filling her up with all that I had to give.
“That’s funny,” she admitted. “You thinking that Mark would deign to give me that.”
“Give you what?” I asked, seriously confused.
“His penis,” she whispered in my ear. “He wouldn’t. Once I told him how much I wanted kids, he started guarding his baby batter like I was going to steal it one night in his sleep.”
I burst out laughing.
Never in my life had I thought that I could laugh like that—inside her of all places—but there I was, fucking laughing.
“Fuck me.” I groaned into her throat when her laughing caused her to start tightening and clenching onto my cock. “Stop, or I’m going to blow.”
She pushed me backward so that I wasn’t pressed up fully against her any longer.
The new position made me use my arms more than pressing her against the wall with my body, making the muscles in my arms bulge.
Her eyes went to the veins popping out along my forearms, and she smoothed her fingers up the length of both before moving down lower to where we were connected.
I nearly dropped her ass when I saw her circle her clit with one finger.
“Steady,” she said. “You don’t want to drop me yet. I’m really close, and I think that I might not be if you dropped me.”
I snorted before giving her a smirk.
“I think you’re underestimating my abilities,” I said, pulling back and shoving back forward so hard that she gasped.
Her tits jumped as I pulled back and did it again.
I wanted to pull one of those luscious nipples into my mouth, but I decided that wouldn’t be a good idea, because she was giving me an erotic show with her finger and it was so good, I didn’t want it to stop.
“You’re giving me a complex,” she said. “You’re watching so intently that I feel like I’m doing it wrong.”
My brows rose at her words.
“Are you?” I rasped, feeling my balls start to lift in preparation for the release that I could feel coming. “Does it feel good?”
She licked her lips, her teeth biting into that plump lower lip of hers before she said, “Yes. It feels really good. With you pumping in and out of me that slowly? It’s exactly what I like. But I bet that it would feel better if it was your hand doing this.”
Would it?
Then it wouldn’t be so erotic, I didn’t think.
But still, the idea of her clit under my finger did have a good sound to it.
“Circle faster,” I said. “Press down a bit harder. I wouldn’t be light about it.”
I wouldn’t, either. My fingers were too big. Too rough. It wouldn’t feel the same at all.
“You’re right.” Her breathing hitched. “Your fingers would be rougher, too. I love your callused hands.”
I groaned and bucked into her harder.
“Shit,” she gasped. “That’s it.”
Her pussy was now rippling around me in rhythmic waves, and I knew that both of our releases wouldn’t be long in coming.
But I wanted it to last.
I…
“You can come in me.” She panted, her neck arched, and her head tossed back. “Can’t get me pregnant.”
No, I couldn’t, could I?