Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
CHEYENNE
I awoke to a large hand drifting from my neck down my chest, between my breasts, down my belly to slowly slide between my legs. It then turned and grabbed my thigh so it could hitch it back and over the thigh that belonged to the hand.
Finally waking up enough, I realized where I was, and who was doing all the touching. Sam.
Sam's hand returned between my thighs and cupped my sex.
In a sleep roughened voice he asked "Sore?"
"No.” I lied.
I was sore. His cock was massive. But I wasn’t sore enough to deny myself Sam again.
He slowly slipped one finger in my vagina and buried it up to the webbing of his fingers. My breath hitched and I let out a low moan as pain and pleasure collided inside of me.
His finger did several in and out maneuvers until finally his hand fell away and I felt him take hold of his cock and position it at my entrance. He exerted a slight pressure to my hips and I rocked back against him until he was buried to the hilt deep inside me. I felt so full, the feeling compared to nothing I had ever experienced before.
He took control then and slowly rocked his hips forward and back. I reached my hand back and buried my fingers into his hair and pulled.
He growled and his thrusts became deeper. His hand traveled up my body and cupped my breast in his hand. His whole hand seemed to dwarf my small breast, but that didn't seem to deter him. He rolled my nipple back and forth between his thumb and finger, pinching slightly. I had the urge to tell him to pinch harder, but held my tongue.
I got closer and closer to the pinnacle but I felt like I needed something more, so I moaned out "More" to him and he seemed to know what I needed.
Rolling us both, I ended up on my stomach while he went up to his knees behind me. He then yanked my knees up under me and pushed his hand between my shoulder blades to keep them from rising off of the mattress. He buried his fingers in my hair and tugged back slightly, just a hint of pain.
Finally in the desired position, he went to town. He pulled all the way out so his cock was kissing the entrance to my vagina, then with a brutal thrust buried himself in me, bottoming out when he hit my cervix.
“Don’t stop!” I begged when he hesitated for a second.
“Honey, I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbor’s know my name.” He said, and then started again with deep thrust after deep thrust.
This seemed to be what I needed, and my orgasm rushed up on me so suddenly that I let out a high pitch wail and exploded. My vagina muscles clamped down on his cock so hard they literally forced him out of my vagina, but he was not deterred. He forged ahead again and rode me until his own orgasm burst forth, and I felt his come jet out in spurts against my cervix. My knees gave out, and he collapsed on top of me.
Both of us were breathing hard, breath sawing in and out of our lungs like we had just run a sprint relay. I know Sam was in excellent shape just by looking at his body. It wasn’t the type of body you got by lifting weights. No, his body was one from demanding physical labor. His arms looked like they could bench press three of me. Not that I will tell how much three of me weighs.
“I forgot to say your name.” I said, still panting.
“That’s ok; your wail burst my ear drums.” He soothed, patting my ass lightly.
He slowly lifted his body up and slid out of me. Wetness again trickled out of my vagina to run through the hair covering my mound, then settling on the sheets below me. I never really thought of the aspects of sex before, but I never thought it would be so messy. The only experience that I have was romance novels, and never once did they talk about the body fluids afterwards.
He threw himself to the side and mumbled "Fuck."
Grabbing me and pulling me half on top of him with my head resting on his shoulder and my leg hitched up over his, we fell in to a companionable silence as we recovered. My hand rested on his sixteen pack, and I trailed my hand lower tracing the V of his lower abdominals.
My mind decided that now should be the time that I say what needed to be said.
“That was wonderful. Let’s do it again.” Is what I had intended to say, but what came out was, “I’m not a whore.”
“Yea, I got that. You were a virgin, kind of hard to be a whore. Plus if I'd have thought you were, I would have never asked you to get on the back of my bike.
Damn. He sure did kill that worry.
"I have to ride out in an hour. We need to get dressed so I can drop you off at your car before I leave." He whispered into my hair.
He caressed my hair one last time, and then gave me an ass slap, as if saying, “Ok, time to get up.”
Trying not to be offended that he was kicking me out, I rolled to my back and out of bed and walked to what I assumed was a bathroom. Yep, it's a bathroom. It had a claw foot stainless steel tub that was to die for. The countertops were also stainless steel. Guess that was his favorite color. The bath towels were a navy blue, and worked well for the space.
“Get on with it, bitch.” I said to myself when I opened the door.
I walked in and did my business. Trying hard not to think about the fact that the wetness between my legs meant I forgot something important. I washed my hands and face at the sink, and studied my surroundings.