Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 104011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“You belong to me, love,” he murmurs with tender compassion. “Say it. Say you want me.”
My stomach flips and my pussy clenches urgently, grabbing and contracting at nothing. “Oh…Nick…please, take me.”
“No, say you want me.”
“I want you, Nick.”
“Again.”
“Nick, please…I want you. I need you. Please, give yourself to me.”
He growls as he holds onto my hips, and slowly, carefully, he guides himself past my opening. The thickness of his cock stretches my core further as he begins to push himself in inch by slow inch as he enters me from behind. I feel my muscles exquisitely expand to accommodate the full length of his thickness as he fills me.
We simultaneously moan in ecstasy as he begins to pull back out of me. My core greedily fights to tighten and clench around his girth, not wanting him to pull out, going to any length necessary to keep him inside me. He pauses when the very tip of his cock rests just inside my opening. My greedy pussy clenches around him, beckoning for him to come back in. I sigh out in relief and savor the feeling when he slides his full length back into the depths of my warm center. His movements are controlled, slow strokes as he gives my body what it craves.
He lets out a satisfied groan. “Oh, God, baby. It seems I’ve waited a lifetime for this very moment.”
I thought I’d be petrified of sex for the first time, but my body has welcomed it. I relish the feel of him as he strokes in and out of me over and over again. I’m in a trance-like state, a certain high I don’t ever want to come down from. I’ve never felt this in my entire life, and it’s an exquisite euphoria. I don’t ever want to leave this place.
“Nick...” I murmur, as if his name is a prayer. There is no pain; my entire world has disappeared, leaving only me, Nick, and the blissful edge I’m on.
“Yes, love, I know. I’ll take care of you.” His soft words soothe me, and I feel warm inside. His every stroke, touch, and kiss is a balm to my soul.
As Nick pumps into me from behind, he brings me to new heights. He was right; the first day I met him, he told me I would be screaming his name for something I couldn’t yet comprehend. I had no idea it was this good, this intense, or this extreme. I hear myself murmuring his name over and over again.
“I’m right here, sweetheart, inside of you.” As I feel his hands worshiping every inch of my body, his touch has turned tender, gentle, and loving. He undulates his hips in a wide circle, moving his penis in all directions inside me in a rhythm all his own. There are no words. “Welcome to the feeling of Blyss, love. You’re learning to fly in subspace.”
“Nick,” I whisper, “I don’t want this feeling to stop.”
I hear him growl into my neck, and then he swirls his tongue in an orgasm-summoning kiss over my ear. My heart rate increases as I feel my orgasm building. I’m drenched in sweat and wrapped up in everything that is Nick. I can truly see how this type of sex can be so addictive.
His thrusts become more desperate as he plunges his tongue in and out of my ear. It’s erotic, and I’m hovering on an edge I’ve never been on before. I can feel the hard lines of his massive body working behind me, and I can hear the wetness as our bodies slap together.
“Come for me, Princess. Let me feel your pussy quake around my cock.”
The instant I feel him rub tiny circles around my clit, I fall apart, calling out his name in soft, exhausted murmurs. His muscular forearm is wrapped around my waist, holding up most of my body weight since my arms had given out long ago.
My legs shake with turbulent tremors. I lose my breath in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever known. “Breathe, baby. I’m going to come with you.” And he does, because I can feel his cock pulsating deep inside me, and it only serves to extend my own delicious spasms.
With my body limp and defeated, a deep exhaustion begins to overtake me. I feel so disconnected from reality I don’t even realize Nick has started to unstrap my lifeless body from the cross. I try focusing on small details, but I can’t; my brain has turned to mush. My arms and legs are stiff and numb, feeling detached from my body, like they’re too far away to be a part of me. It’s a bizarre feeling.
The blindfold is removed, and I feel terribly unsteady on my feet. Nick has to hold me up under my arms, and I’m thankful he’s careful not to touch my battered back. He guides me to the bed, laying me on my stomach. I feel him working around my ankles, and it’s then I remember I’m still wearing heels. The soft, cool mattress is a welcome feeling, and I close my eyes, relishing the comfort.