Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Her nipples rose like peaks atop her flesh, hard little pebbles just waiting to be sucked. When I bit down on the first one, I felt the answering quiver of her pussy walls around my cock.
I licked, sucked, and nibbled her tits until her pussy creamed, which is what I wanted. I wanted her dripping wet and soft to take the pounding that was about to come. Her body was fever-hot to the touch, and she made these little whimpering sounds no matter where I touched her. I sucked both nipples to hard peaks while deep stroking her wet pussy until I was sure she was ready or as ready as she was going to be.
“This is going to hurt.” I buried my face in her neck over the same spot and sucked the flesh between my teeth. At the same time, I pulled my hips back and fucked hard into her, slamming my cock past her cervix to the opening of her womb.
She screamed and lifted me off the bed, and my cock started blasting before I slammed her back down hard onto the mattress. She fainted just as her cervix snapped close around my shooting cockhead, and I couldn’t believe how much cum I still had left after the last round.
It felt like buckets of the shit poured out of me into her, and I held still in her womb until I’d emptied my balls.
AMANDA
I woke to him lying between my spread thighs, holding a wet washcloth against my sex. “What happened?”
“You fainted.” He looked into my eyes as he answered, and I felt another shiver run down my spine.
There was a throbbing pain deep inside me, but it was the kind of ache that you chase and not one that you’d run away from. I’m not sure where that thought came from, but it felt right.
I heard water running from somewhere just before he tossed the cloth aside, lifted me in his arms, and headed for the bathroom. At first glance, his bathroom was a thing of art, but I didn’t have a chance to check it out because he stepped into the bubbles in the bathtub with me still held against his chest and sat with me on his lap.
The bubbles smelt amazing, like some kind of eucalyptus or something, and it was very soothing against my aching flesh. I think I fell asleep in the tub as well because when I woke up, I was in his bed with the sheets pulled up around me.
A look at the clock showed that at least two hours had gone by since the bath. I looked around the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found. No sooner had I had the thought that he came walking into the room with a tray.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I ordered you some of everything. The cook was already gone for the day, sorry.” He placed the tray on the bed, and my eyes widened with surprise.
“How did you know what all of my favorite foods are? Did your investigation cover all of this?”
“It did, yes. Is there a problem?”
“No, no, it’s just I never knew they were so in-depth.”
“With you, it was. This last time, at least. I wanted to know everything about you, all your likes and dislikes, your dreams.”
I think I was more touched than appalled. Outside of my parents, I don’t think anyone else had ever taken the time to get to know those things.
On the tray, there was a cheese and fruit platter, steak stuffed with Roquefort, Shrimp in mango sauce, and chicken parmesan. All of these things I know came from different restaurants, and those restaurants aren’t local; they’re back in the town I moved from an hour away. I think that’s when I knew for sure that I was falling in love with him.
After I’d had my fill with him feeding me most of it from his place next to me in bed, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go or stay. In fact, I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure what was conventionally ethical, having never done anything like this before.
He took the decision out of my hands without being asked. He removed the tray and placed it on the table in the sitting room before coming back to bed. Before I could even ask, he climbed back into bed with me, pulled me under him, and slid into me. “You’re staying the night.”
That was three weeks ago, and ever since then, my life has been a whirlwind. The very next morning, he followed me back to my apartment so I could get ready for work. He asked a lot of questions, most of which seemed to be centered around what time I get to the bakery each day, what time I leave home, and who else was there with me, and none of my answers seemed to please him.