Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“It doesn’t have to be in me for us to have fun,” I tell him, my voice shivering with new excitement at feeling all of him.
His body is hard against mine, his smooth skin. His beautiful and proud erection, hotter than ever to the touch, is pressed against my body.
“I’m. Saving it for you,” he growls. “To put inside you…my seed,” he rasps.
I feel a stab of guilt for a moment, almost feeling selfish.
Almost.
But we can have plenty of fun before we figure out a way to get his huge dick all the way inside me, can’t we?
“Lay on your back,” I purr, using what tiny strength I have to press on his shoulders, wanting to explore more of him as well as help him with some relief from that awful swelling.
He makes a low sound of protest, but I promise him he’ll feel better.
“I’m sure you’ve got more than one load of seed in there,” I tease him, gasping loudly when he does lay flat.
The size of my hands compared to his huge length makes me swallow hard.
But the rest of him is just as incredible too. I’ve never even seen a real-life man naked, and I know that he’s one in a million, one in a billion, with a physique like the one he has.
That uniform hides a lot, but I think I prefer my hero without it.
Prefer his skin against mine and my hands on his thick, fat cock.
Stroking my hair again with one of his giant hands, I slowly start to pump his cock with one hand. Running my other hand over the rippled lines of his perfectly tanned abs.
I press him against my cheek, running my lips over his helm until he moans deeply.
Feeling the most relaxed and content, I think he ever has before I resume pump duty.
“We’re gonna drain this thick hose, fireman,” I coo. Wetting his shining helmet with my mouth, savoring the salty taste of his clear precome as I watch his large, well-formed balls rise and flex.
“Oooh, Bridget,” he sighs, trying to focus on me, but letting his head fall back. His eyes close as he swallows hard.
His rock-hard arousal is thickening even more. The ridges of veins, the swollen purple head growing bigger in one moment before he grunts again, swearing to himself before saying my name.
My heart’s pounding against my ribs all over again, this new kind of excitement is running a close second to having Ash pleasure me.
But feeling his climax, seeing the thick, hot ropes of his seed painting my chest as well as his own, is a big turn-on.
Tasting some of him as his massive load covers us both, I’m only sorry I didn’t do this sooner.
“Oh my god!” I hear myself cry out, shocked but in the best way possible as I feel his manhood pulse and twitch in my hands that struggle to keep themselves around his girth.
Ash growls low, grunting and jerking his whole body. One of his hands gripping my hair as he turns my head to face him so I can see his eyes as he finally finishes.
His eyes relax, and his smiling mouth puffs with breaths of relief.
I hurl myself at him, hugging him so tight that I can feel my nails leaving marks. I know he won’t mind.
His low growls continue as he hugs me back, all of him and all of our essence pressed between us both before he covers us with the bedsheet.
We lay silent, smiling as we’ve never smiled before.
Neither of us needs to say anything, and it’s not long after we both fall into a deep sleep.
Wrapped in each other’s arms.
The perfect knot of man and woman.
And this girl’s already primed for her dinner date I know Ash has planned, especially now she knows what’s on the menu for dessert.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ash
I’ve never needed her soft touch so much, and I’ve never come so hard in my life.
I was supposed to be saving it all for her, every drop of my seed. But once she has her mind made up to return the climax I’ve just given her, how can I refuse?
Instead of planning the ‘perfect’ situation, or the ‘perfect’ anything, maybe I just need to let things between us unfold naturally.
I guess it’s the wannabe die-hard romantic in me, wanting to pleasure her, spoil her with gifts and a special dinner to show her how I feel.
I’m proving myself by showing her all I have and all I can do when maybe all I need to do is tell her how I feel.
I’ve just never been good with words, I guess. And isn’t it too soon to be saying those three little words anyway? Even though they’re the closest thing I can think of to even begin describing how I feel about Bridget, I don’t want to scare her off either.