Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 72740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
It was angry and throbbing. Veins popped out on each side of his length, and the head of his cock was a ruddy red that betrayed his need.
I licked my lips, quickly losing my grip on all the socks I had clutched to my chest.
And when he started prowling towards me, I sat back on the bed hastily and laid back. Helpless to do anything but.
What a picture I must’ve made, laying on his bed with socks all around me.
My hair was sprawled out on the mattress, and my shirt had ridden up to my belly button, exposing my belly button ring to his gaze.
He growled and bent down, kissing my bare belly, nipping gently at the piercing.
Then his chin dug into my mound and I started squirming.
“We can’t,” I tried.
I didn’t know why I was fighting it.
I didn’t want to fight it.
It was just a reaction when it came to him. Something made me want to fight him. For him to force me to submit.
Which he did. Gloriously.
“Stop,” I tried again, shoving the socks away and trying to push at his face when he edged the bottom of the shirt up until my breasts fell free.
I hissed in a breath when he nipped the edge of one of my nipples with his teeth, crying out in surprise.
“Luke,” I said. “It’ll be too loud. We can’t.”
“We can,” He confirmed.
Then he showed me how.
Grabbing the top sheet, he pulled it, and me, down until my legs hung over the edge of the bed. Socks fell to the floor all around us, but he paid it no mind as he lifted the t-shirt up.
When I went to raise my arms, he threaded first one, then the other, out until the shirt was left around my neck only.
With quick, deft movements, he rolled the shirt into a round rope type contraption.
Then he grinned and held it against my lips, waiting with his eyes on mine until I opened my mouth to refuse. When I did so, he shoved it in and said, “Now you can make all the noise you want.”
With one swift movement, he yanked my panties from my body, then bent down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth.
When he had me in the position he wanted, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my ass, pushing it up to a comfortable working height for him.
The head of his cock played along my folds as he switched breasts, teasing me. Enticing me.
I moaned, and the t-shirt did its job, muffling it to the point that the sound was barely recognizable.
He leaned up and grinned, moving his hand down to run along the folds of my sex.
When he felt my wetness, the grin slid away, and was replaced by pure need.
Grabbing his cock in a fist, he ran the tip up and down my sex, coating the head with my wetness. He circled it around the bud of my clit, eliciting tiny jerks of excitement from me with each rotation.
“Please,” I whimpered.
It was unintelligible, but he knew what I wanted because in the next instant, his cock was at my entrance, and slowly parting me.
My eyes closed, and my neck arched as he stretched me almost to the point of pain.
It was perfect. Fucking divine.
My hands clutched the bed sheet, fisting them until my knuckles turned white.
His eyes took it all in as he slowly sank balls deep inside of me.
I looked down, seeing the curly brown hair of his sex pressed against my shaved one.
My pussy was swallowing his dick, the edges of my entrance stretched wide to accommodate his girth.
He circled his hips, making me clench down hard on his length.
He moaned, pressing the palm of my hand down flat on my stomach when my back started to arch.
“Don’t move,” he pleaded.
That only meant one thing.
He was close to losing his hard earned control.
And I wanted him to.
I contracted my pelvic muscles, squeezing his dick from the inside since he wouldn’t let me move anything else.
His eyes narrowed, and his breath left him in a rush.
“Stop,” he commanded.
I squeezed again, pulsating the muscles.
He pulled out and I felt empty, but not for long, because it wasn’t milliseconds later before he was slamming back inside.
My boobs bounced with the forceful movement, eyes squeezing tightly shut as I tried my hardest not to scream.
Because, t-shirt or not, if he kept it up, it wouldn’t matter what was in my mouth, I was going to get loud.
His abdominal muscles squeezed and clenched with each plunge and retreat.
His large biceps bunched as he lifted my ass up off the bed, giving him a better angle to work with.
My legs wrapped around his waist, but that must’ve been too constricting for him, because with a swift movement, he put each leg up and over his shoulders, leaning down until we were face to face.
I gasped, but the sound was drowned out.
Which he loved.
I saw the flash of excitement in his eyes as he took in the makeshift gag.
“Come fast,” he demanded.
I nodded.
I wanted to. Really, really wanted to.
My legs were pushed up by my ears, and my breathing was coming in sharp, desperate gasps as he plunged in and out of me. But with the new angle, I didn’t care much about breathing. My only focus was on the upcoming release I could feel building and building.
His hard cock was making loud, juicy sounds as he pushed in and out of me.
It started out small. Minuscule, really. But it slowly built until it was teetering on the edge, something massive that I only ever felt with Luke.
What pushed me over was his hand gripping the meat of my ass, squeezing tightly as he tried with all he had to stave off his own orgasm.
Seeing the pain of his impending release wash over his face, I detonated.
Shattering into a million tiny pieces.
My gag did its job with the help of Luke’s mouth.
He slammed his down on mine and held it there as we both exploded into orgasm.