Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He grinned at me. “Beautiful.”
I clenched at the raspy tone of his voice, forcing more wetness out of my core, and drawing his attention.
Slowly, his head descended, and he licked my juices up, devouring everything he could reach north of my perineum with his tongue. He sucked. Licked. Flicked. Nuzzled.
By the time he finally withdrew, I was a quivering mass of nerves. And ready.
So ready.
“Lift your shirt up,” he demanded.
I blinked slowly before reaching my hands up and skimming the shirt up until it came to a rest underneath my chin, exposing my sensitive breasts to his gaze.
“I can’t wait to fuck you. Watch your breasts bounce with the force of my thrusts,” he growled.
Then, finally, he lowered the waistband of his underwear, and the cock I’d felt earlier was exposed.
It looked angry.
Veins popped out over the large, thick length. The head was large and engorged, and his balls hung low.
I licked my lips and took my knees with each hand, widening them as far as I could get before he finally took the hint.
Lowering himself down on one arm, he used the other to guide his cock to the lips of my sex.
The large, ruddy crown touched my clit, as he rubbed it in circles, coating his cock in my copious juices.
“Goddamn,” he said, eyes going hooded as I lifted my ass up, hoping he’d take the hint and put that monster inside of me.
He did.
Fully lubricated and coated in my wetness, he lined back up with my entrance, and slowly started to push inside.
It wasn’t long before he was aware of the tightness.
I bit my lip, plucking my nipples with both hands.
His eyes moved up to mine and realization dawned.
He didn’t withdraw, though.
Instead, something dark shifted in his eyes. Something that spoke volumes, yet I couldn’t decipher because I was so hopeless with need.
“Please,” I cried.
His jaw clenched, and he started to push harder, breaking through the membrane that’d never been given to anyone. Only him.
It didn’t hurt like I’d thought. It actually felt freaking awesome.
His cock withdrew, then he pushed right back forward, repeating the process until he was fully seated inside of me.
I was full. So full.
He looked into my eyes, gauging my reaction.
He didn’t need to. I was fine. More than fine. So fine, in fact, that I was ready to take over if he didn’t pull his cock out get on with it.
Once he was sure I was okay, he pulled back all the way, coming to a stop with the tip resting against my entrance.
With one rough thrust, he was back inside of me, filling me back up to the brim.
I groaned, letting go of my breasts to grab onto the pillow beneath my head. Trying to find purchase to anything as the bed rocked and swayed with our movements.
It was like being on a roller coaster… only with a cock inside of me that hit the spot that was quickly pushing me towards another orgasm.
One that I knew would take my breath away.
His eyes were everywhere. On my breasts as they swayed. On my hands as they clenched the pillow. On our bodies where they were connected.
All the while, though, my eyes were on his.
His muscles clenched and released with each forward and backward movement.
His eyes were animated, and sweat fell slowly down his face and chest.
A droplet fell from the bottom of his chin, splashing onto my collarbone.
Wanting to feel it on me, I sat up, relishing in the feel of his cock taking me deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down with me until we were chest to chest, face to face.
His breath was coming in pants, and the movement only served to heighten the experience.
I felt so full. The feeling, although foreign, felt right.
Like I was made to take him, and he was made to fill me.
His mouth captured mine, and he ground his cock into me, making the wiry hairs surrounding his cock dig into my clit deliciously.
He growled when I clenched onto him, making his hand reach down until he captured my knee again.
Hooking one arm underneath, he started to pound into me, so fast and hard that our skin slammed together, filling the room with the sound of us.
His eyes met mine and he said, “Let go.”
I hadn’t been realizing that I was holding on, but as soon as he said that, whatever was holding me back released and I screamed out my climax.
Euphoria poured through me as my orgasm stole home. The tunneling of his cock, as it hit deep inside of me, making it go on for forever.
Once he was satisfied that I’d gone, he went up to a half plank above me, pulled out deliciously slow, and unhurriedly started working himself over my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.
I didn’t know what to look at. The sight of his hand working his cock, or his eyes.
I alternated looking back and forth between the two, finally settling on his cock when I felt him stiffen.
Then hot streams of come shot out of his cock, decorating my stomach with his release.
His abs tightened with each spurt, and my hand snaked down to cup his balls, coaxing the last dregs of his come out of them as he continued to pulse onto my stomach.
After one last grunt of effort, he froze, staring at the remnants of his orgasm on my belly, for all of two seconds, before he lifted his hand and rubbed it into my skin.
“Is it weird that I’m ready to go again just by seeing this?” He asked as he continued to rub my belly.
I shook my head, smiling. “No. I’m right there with you, honey.”
He leaned close, dropping a kiss to my mouth. “So, I’m guessing that you’re into me.”
I giggled. Fucking giggled. I was such a loser.
“You bet your big fat cock I am,” I stated firmly.
Chapter 11
Do I have my own bike? Why would I need one when I have my own biker?
-Viddy to Tru