Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
A hint of nerves flashed on Greta’s face but she smiled at me. I began to rub the crown of my cock over Greta’s pussy lips until she was panting again. The next time I glided along her flesh, I stopped with my tip against her opening. With my hand, I intensified the pressure until I could feel her body part for me bit by bit, allowing me to inch forward. My brows snapping together, I pushed a bit deeper until my tip was nestled inside of Greta’s pussy. Greta’s released a harsh breath, her belly muscles flexing. I swallowed hard as I watched how her pussy lips stretched around my thick shaft. The sight was such a huge turn on. My weight propped up on one arm, I released my cock and began to gently rub her clit then lifted my gaze to her sweaty face. Pain shone in her eyes but she still gifted me with a smile.
I shifted my hips and began to dip just my tip in and out of her until that simply wasn’t enough anymore. I lowered myself on top of Greta, my back curved so I could cradle her face in my palms. “I need this,” I growled.
She nodded, her lips meeting mine again. I moved my hips, working against the pressure until Greta’s walls gave way, allowing another inch to slide into her.
“If it’s too painful, we can stop.”
Greta cupped my neck, her nails digging in. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time. I gladly take pain for it.”
We’d both suffered pain for our love, yet Greta so much worse than me. I loathed adding to this but at the same time I couldn’t stop. Slowly I worked my cock deeper into Greta while I kissed her gently. Her body became tenser under me while it tried to accommodate my girth. When Greta gasped in pain and I was buried almost to the hilt inside of her, I halted. Greta locked eyes with me and smiled shakily.
I kissed her mouth. “I love you. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
“I’m only yours.”
I nodded and carefully pulled out a bit before I sank back into Greta’s heat. When her body didn’t clamp down on my cock like a vice anymore, I began to move back and forth a couple of inches at a slow pace.
I slid one arm under Greta, cupping her firm ass in my palm and lifted her slightly, shifting the angle as I got on my knees. I never stopped kissing Greta as I thrust into her slowly, my fingers kneading her ass. Soon the intense friction became close to unbearable, my balls ready to burst and I sped up slightly. Greta’s grip on me tightened as she tried to meet my thrusts.
My control began to slip as pleasure mounted and I squeezed my eyes shut with a guttural moan as my orgasm hit me.
I pumped into her two more times, releasing into her with every thrust, then I stilled, my eyes closed as I relished in the sensations coursing through my body. Greta’s soft fingers on my back brought me back to reality.
I couldn’t stop stroking muscled back and drew in another deep breath, loving Amo’s musky scent that mingled with the smell of sex. It was such a sensual, erotic scent.
If I hadn’t felt so sore and raw between my legs, I might have been turned on again. Instead I focused on the feeling of utter fullness. Amo was still inside of me, stretching me to an extent I hadn’t thought possible.
The pain reminded me that this was real, not another dream I’d wake from. This time Amo was really making me his.
Amo lifted his head and kissed me gently, his expression full of concern as he pulled out slowly. I bit my lip to stifle a wince. My body relaxed when Amo was completely out of me and I drew in a shaky breath. Amo gave my ass a light squeeze before he removed his arm from under me. I’d really enjoyed his touch there and would probably appreciate it in the future as an additional turn on. Now my body needed to recover.
Amo stroked my cheek, his warmth comforting. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
He pulled back and glanced down at the towel. He shook his head. “I’m glad I thought of the towel. This is only for our eyes.” He kissed the scar on my knee then gently patted me with the towel before he removed it from under me and tossed it away. He stretched out beside me and pulled me against his chest.
“Next time will be better for you.”
“It was good for me.” I traced Amo’s bicep, loving its hardness and the strength behind the muscle. I curled my hand over it, wondering why it pleased me so much that my hand looked so small against his arm.