Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“It’s okay, baby. Take some time to get used to me. I can go as slow or as fast as you want me. You’re so fucking perfect. Every damn inch of you.”
I feel his lips press against my back and a feeling of sweetness overtakes me. He’s being so gentle and yet, so possessive and controlling. It’s everything I’ve always wanted and never knew existed at the same time. It’s sweet perfection.
I blossom under his praise, wanting nothing more than to give him the pleasure he’s giving me. I roll my hips slowly, stretching on his cock carefully while moving to give him access to the spots that I want him the most. “More,” I puff out with what air I can drag into my lungs.
I wasn’t sure he could hear me, but then I feel his callused hand grip my hips as he pulls back as he moves out of me. He pushes back in with a thrust so powerful the damn bed moves against the floor. I follow his lead and soon our movements work together seamlessly. It feels as if we’ve always been like this—like we were made to do this with one another. It feels… right.
My mind goes blank as I’m filled with the pleasure of him taking me. He’s completely in charge of my body and I love it. I want him to have that control. I trust him to take us both where we need to be.
Slater pushes his hand underneath me, playing with my clit as he kisses along my back. My skin is sensitive, and every kiss seems filled with an electrical current. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this overwhelming. I feel sexy and feminine in a way that I didn’t think possible. The sounds he’s making fuel a need inside me that I know only he can ever satiate.
I feel my muscles start to tighten around him, heat fluttering around me like a lightning storm that settles in the base of my spine. I’m going to cum. It’s the only clear thought I have right before I feel his cock jerk inside of me and this liquid heat begins to fill me. He’s coming and the knowledge of that, along with his groan of pleasure is all I need to send me over the edge and join him. Stream after stream of his cum jets inside of me. He’s riding me hard. I’m thrusting back to meet him, wanting every drop of him. Both of us ride the wave together for as long as we can. Finally, my legs begin to grow weak, and Slater moves us so that I fall on my side, his body behind me, shielding me from the outside world, cocooning me in his warmth. He doesn’t pull out and I’m thankful for the moment to just feel the aftershocks tighten me around his shaft.
I whimper my regret when he does pull out. It feels wrong and so empty that I hate it. He leaves me and I panic, thinking now that it’s done, he doesn’t want more. It’s scary because I do want more—a lot more and I can’t let myself think about that right now. I roll over to see him walk into the bathroom. I hear water running and wonder if he’s planning on taking a shower…
I don’t know what to do now. Do I leave? I’ve never been in this position. When you have sex in the back of the car, you leave when you’re driven home. I’m not sure what the protocol is for this particular situation. I want to yell at Slater that he could have at least told me what he was thinking. I start to sit up. It would probably be good to find my clothes. Before I can, however, he comes back out. I open my mouth to complain to him, but snap it shut when I see him smiling tenderly at me. He’s carrying a wet washcloth and a small drying towel in his hands.
I don’t have to ask his intent. I know. Is this normal?
“Lay back down, baby and spread your legs for me,” he instructs.
I do what he says without comment—probably because I’m feeling more than a little shell-shocked. I whimper as the warm cloth slides against my pussy. It feels so good that there are no words, but even it can’t compete with the pleasure I feel as I watch him take care of me. Slater is so much more than I ever imagined.
“I think you lied when you said you were going to take it easy on me, Ace,” he jokes, tossing the cloths in the direction of the bathroom. He settles back on the bed and He’s still hard.
After all we’ve just shared, how is he still hard?
“I could say the same for you,” I tease back.