Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Then he kisses me, and I open as I melt into him. Our tongues touch. It’s soft where he’s usually hard. Sensual instead of frantic.
He kisses me as if we have forever; he kisses me like I’m his future.
I can taste his sadness along with my tears. And I wish he would let me help him, but maybe this is the way to help him, to take away his pain. My head falls back as his warm lips travel down my jaw.
“Let’s go inside.”
I nod and reach down into my purse for my keys. Somehow, I find them and we’re in. He guides me into the bathroom.
David undresses me. Starts the shower. I seem unable to do much more than stare at him as he undresses and his huge cock springs free.
What’s happening to me?
He opens the shower door and the steam billows out as if we’ve released a genie from a bottle.
The water is hot, but I still shiver as he grabs my neck to bring my lips to his. It’s slow as if he wants to feast on them, suck them all night. I blink back the water so I can watch him. But he turns me to face the water and stands behind me. Then, the David I know comes to life. He moves my wet hair and starts to lick and suck my shoulder, his tongue making me groan. As he takes his time on my neck, his strong hands reach around for my swollen breasts and I reach out to steady myself.
He’s rough with his caresses and I’m getting wetter with each kiss. I turn my neck, allowing him to take my lips. I might pass out. He’s taking all of me, like he threatened to do, except I want to give it.
“David,” I moan as it echoes around us.
“Yeah, baby, what do you want?” He moves back to my neck, his mouth and tongue sucking and licking.
“I… need you too.”
He turns me around and lifts me so that my back presses against the cool tiles.
“This is all I can offer.” Our eyes lock. The water pelts his back as he shows me everything.
I nod, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth, but it doesn’t matter. He has my heart and I need him to breathe.
As though almost in pain, he groans and drops to his knees. Taking my right leg, he positions it over his shoulder as he eats my pussy. His teeth find my clit and I pant as his tongue licks and sucks and he rubs his face up and down. My head falls back and I reach out to steady myself.
“I’m going to come.” The pulsing waves of pleasure are building at an alarming rate. I reach for his head either to pull him off or pull him closer.
“David… I’m coming hard,” I scream as I orgasm right in his mouth. Wetness seeps out as my body pulses.
“Oh God.” With his hands on my waist, he lifts me onto his thick, hard cock and that’s it—I’m gone. Orbiting. As I claw his back, he pulls out and I gasp as his cock thrusts into me again. His lips are at my neck, and all I can do is hold on.
“Wrap those long legs tight around me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without thinking about me.”
In and out, he pounds into me. His breathing is harsh, almost as if he’s possessed; his hands hold the back of my knees wide open.
“I’m addicted to your cunt. I want it all day and night,” he grunts into my mouth. “Fuck… you feel so good. You’re my light, Beautiful.”
I can barely comprehend what he’s telling me as the water rains down on his back and my face. The pleasure is so strong that my core clenches and my nails claw his back as he thrusts harder. His cock hits that spot that makes me scream and then I’m gone, floating as wave after wave of pleasure makes me shake.
“That’s it. Look at you, baby. His eyes are dark storm clouds as he watches me come again, this time on his cock.
“Eyes open, Beautiful.” He thrusts even harder.
“Watch me.” Then his body jerks, and his eyes, which were tortured half an hour ago, are clear as pure bliss comes over him.
“That’s what you do to me.” His lips take mine as his cock fills me up.
I don’t know how long we stay like this, our breathing harsh, the water raining on us. Slowly he lowers my legs.
His eyes are calm, peaceful; mine fill with tears.
He’s so heartbroken, his pain so raw. I reach for his lips, my arms still wrapped around his neck.
He doesn’t pull back or hold back. The truth is I think he needs this affection more than I do. When he smiles, my heart skips and starts to race, and I almost tell him I love him. But as soon as he gives me that smile, it’s gone. He turns and grabs the soap, quickly running his hands over my body, then doing the same to himself. Turning me, he rinses off the soap. I’m like a rag doll, letting him do everything.