Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
My work… thoughts of it are cut off again as he kisses me once more and lays me back on a velvet coverlet. I feel the rich fabric soft against my skin, the candlelight flickering across my body, casting me in romantic light.
He strips off his own clothing now, baring a tattooed chest, over which a baroque demon and angel are drawn locked in struggle. He is like a walking Sistine Chapel, full of true art. I could stare at it for hours — until he pushes his pants down and his cock emerges, long and thick and hard.
“What the…” I gasp, clasping my hand to my mouth.
“Have you not seen a penis before?” He asks the question with a gratified chuckle. He is sexy as hell when he smirks, standing in front of me muscular and ready to take me. His tattoos mean he’s not really naked so much as he is ink-clad.
Yes, I have seen a penis before. Just not in real life, and not with this much intimate intention for my own body. The thick head of his cock bobs toward me, almost as if it has a mind of its own.
“You are a virgin,” he says, reading me like a book even though I have not a line of text on me. I am so obvious to him, and that makes me blush more furiously than ever.
“Don’t hide your eyes from me,” he adds when I look away from him. “This is destiny. Do you not feel the hand of fate on you? You’ve preserved your innocence up until this moment, and now we will bond, my sweet bride.”
He’s a stranger, but he is a stranger who makes my blood heat with that infernal desire I can barely contain. I have gone from being terrified in the place I should have felt safest, to wildly aroused in the place I should feel afraid.
I’m not the kind to sleep with strangers, but this man has a dark hold on me. He creates a certain fascination that demands to be sated. I can feel my body preparing for him, wetness growing between my thighs, and a hot, tingling anticipation making my thighs spread. I am not the sort of person to let go and give into instinct, but some biological urges are too intense to avoid.
He covers my body with his own, his muscular arms on either side of me as he holds himself above me, keeping the bulk of his weight off me as he kisses me again. These hot kisses are maddening, like little doses of a drug that can only be fully delivered by his cock. My hips rise toward him, and I feel his cock pressing against my pubic bone. I did not know it would be that hot. When I arch my hips, I tilt my pelvis and make my clit press against his thick rod.
Words escape us now, fleeing as unnecessary little sounds that will not change a thing. I am wrapped in his embrace, caressed by his marked hands. I am explored by his lips and tongue. He finds my breasts and toys with them, his tongue teasing my nipples into harder, higher points. I am surprised by how his mouth at my breast sends intense bolts of sensation to join the rest of my arousal. He is working me up to a sexual frenzy, tapping into a hidden vein of carnal need. I’ve always told myself I don’t need a man, or his cock. My vibrator has always been more than enough.
But a vibrator doesn’t pin me down and kiss me with ever rougher intensity, it doesn’t set all my senses alight and make my imagination race with desire. I want him inside me. I want to know what it feels like to be stretched around this dark, beautiful stranger’s cock.
He is not in any hurry to claim me. He could have speared himself inside me by now, but he is taking his time. He is showing me a myriad of sexual features I did not know were locked away behind my skin. I find myself relaxing, spreading, giving myself to him like a submissive sacrifice. Some part of my mind thinks I will wake up in my bed again, that this is just a vivid dream. A better, more knowing part of my mind knows that this is destiny. I like to think that I determine my future through my actions, but at times like these I can feel the strings of biology making me little more than a puppet. I am as compelled to take my rescuer’s thick cock as I am to breathe.
“Are you ready for me, my sweet virgin bride?” He growls the question down at me, simultaneously flexing the length of his body, lifting himself up a little higher, his arms imprisoning me against the bed, his cock sliding from the down of my sex where it had been nestled to press against the wet entrance of my body. The thick head of his cock is now poised to claim me, my outer lips already wrapped about the hot, throbbing glans.