Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 54(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 54(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
He swallows hard and looks me over slowly, his eyes pausing at my tits, then traveling down. He reaches over and slides his palm between my slightly spread thighs, and I shiver in delight at the pressure on my clit. I grind against his hand, which he slowly pulls away.
“No,” I say, about to get really bratty. “I need you to fuck me.”
I grab for his hand but he stands up, laughing. His cock is still rock hard and stands straight out from his body. I know he wants to get that big thing inside me as much as I want it, but he’s teasing me.
“Wait a minute,” he says. “Don’t you want your birthday present?”
I sit back on the bed, frowning. “You didn’t give it to me already? It wasn’t the trip to the zoo?”
“No, silly princess. That wasn’t the real present.”
I grin and hold out my hands. “Okay, I’d love my real present.” I give him a tempting look. “Then fuck?”
He pulls out an envelope from the bedside table drawer, still laughing. “I’m not sure we’ll have time.”
He hands me the envelope and I’m filled with curiosity at what it could be. I want to play a guessing game. “Is it concert tickets?” I’ve been asking him to take me to the symphony. Maybe we’re going tonight.
He shakes his head. “Better. What’s the thing you’ve been wanting since we first met?” I eye his cock and he shakes his head. “Besides that. Think about it.”
I think about what I’ve been asking for that he still hasn’t gotten me yet and I yelp with glee. “It isn’t,” I say, tearing open the envelope to find two first-class tickets to Maui. “It is! Oh, Trenton, this is amazing. I’m so excited!”
I jump up and throw my arms around him and he twirls me around. “We have to leave in an hour and you’re not even packed,” he says.
He slides me down his body and his cock rubs against my bare stomach. He’s making my ultimate dream vacation a reality. I can’t wait to get to Maui and spend time with him on the fabulous beaches, shop, eat, visit volcanoes, and drink in the sights. But what’s between us right now is what I really want.
“I still want you to fuck me,” I whisper, pressing close to him. “I need you.”
“What about packing for the trip?” he asks, grinding against me. He cups my ass to pull me closer.
I pout. “Can’t you buy me new things in Maui?”
“Of course I can,” he says. “You know I’d buy you anything you want.”
I smile and reach for his cock. “Then I don’t have to pack, which means we have plenty of time to—”
He lifts me off my feet and I’m on the bed with Trenton on top of me before I can finish the sentence. He kisses down my throat to lick my nipples, his fingers already deep inside me.
“You’re still so wet,” he says, looking at me with the sweetest expression of love in his eyes.
“I love you so much,” I say. “You’re the only man I ever want. I’ll always be wet for you.”
I gasp when he spreads my legs and thrusts his cock inside me, no more foreplay, just a thorough fucking. I breathe hard and cling to his shoulders, looking down to where our bodies are joined.
“You belong to me, little princess,” he says, sliding his hands possessively down my sides.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, always. And you belong to me.”
“You know I do.”
He pulls me up so I straddle him and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he pushes deep inside me, stretching me as he fills me up. I’m so overwhelmed by his intense love for me, which I can feel with every stroke of his cock and every grip of his hands on me, that I bury my face in his neck as I come again and again. I writhe against him, holding on for dear life, crying out at the ferocity of the orgasm he gives me. Seconds later I feel him shoot his seed inside me and I squeeze my pussy around him, wanting to hold onto him for as long as I can.
I’m as limp as an overcooked noodle when my body finally stops pulsing and he eases me to the mattress, gently stroking my hair while I catch my breath.
“That was something else,” he says.
I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me with utter adoration in his eyes and I smile weakly. “It’s you,” I say. “I can’t control myself when you’re inside me. I’ve never felt such perfect… everything.” I’m too addled to properly explain what I feel, but he nods in understanding.
“It’s us,” he corrects. “And I don’t ever want you to control yourself. I want you to be free in everything.”