Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I beg my womb to make my body relax, to make my pussy widen enough to take his unbelievably huge length.
“It’s okay,” he growls, shifting in small movements, easing himself in and out. “You perfect tight fuck hole. Goddamn, do you realize how amazing you feel? You’re so tight. You’re so pure. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper past the stinging kiss of his pleasure, as he pulls his throbbing shaft out and then eases it back in, slowly, his girth pushing almost angrily at my tight clinging walls.
“Whose slut are you, Jade?” he growls.
“Yours,” I cry, almost sobbing at the way he fills me up. “Y-yours …”
I trail off when my pussy floods with a releasing warmth and suddenly there’s more room for him, my hole widening and my lower half screaming with fireworks and starlight and a thousand other bright, airy, majestic feelings.
I never knew a sensation like this existed, everything surging around me, a spot deep inside of me feeling like it’s swelling as he thrust inside of me again.
This time I shift my hips to meet him, gasping as my pubic bone collides with his, his entire body arched as though everything in him is as focused on the closeness as everything inside of me is too.
“Fuck, when you move like that …”
“You like it?” I whimper through the pleasure.
“Like it?” he snarls. “Just keep fucking doing it—Oh, fuck.”
He buries his fists in the sheets on either side of me, rearing up like a bear and staring down at my breasts as he starts to take me hard.
I grab onto his shoulders and let my eyes move over him, over his hard pecs and abs and arms, and then into his eyes, the way they blaze and hone in on me like he wishes this moment could last forever.
And it does.
It feels like it does.
We rock together as the bed whine beneath the force of our movements, his cock thrusting into my pussy so hard all I can do is hold on and buck and scream.
My pussy squeezes onto him, starting to tighten again as that sweet spot inside of me gathers all the pleasure, the euphoria singing a song that becomes a chorus and then rapidly surges toward a crescendo.
“Come for me,” Jamie growls. “Come on this dick. Now—now—now.”
With each word, he pommels into me with a force that makes me wonder if he was holding back before.
His MMA-honed body, tight and muscular and completely freaking ripped, barrels into me so that I’m flung back on the bed and all I can do is ride his engorged length.
He pounds into me, the wet noises of his cock and my soaked pussy filling the room, joining his feral growls and my barely-holding-on moans.
But then I can’t hold on anymore.
I cry out and then the cry turns hollow, the orgasm thundering through me and making it so that all I can think about, all that exists, is the starlight exploding and multiplying deep inside of me.
He takes me like he owns me like I’m not a virgin at all like I haven’t been a virgin for years.
He thrusts his cock into me again and again, causing the bed to creak like it’s going to break any second, the smack-smack-smack of our flesh so loud I can’t even hear my moans or his growls anymore.
“Fuck—fuck, take it, take this fucking cock,” he roars, somehow taking me even harder.
“Ah, ah,” I cry, but I can’t say anything else.
A million burning nerves explode in my pussy, all of them originating from the helm of his massive cock, each pounding contact producing a million more, their combined force enough to make my toes curl and even my freaking scalp tingle.
Jamie leans down and crushes his lips against mine, his chest crushing my breasts at the same time, our teeth clicking together as we buck and writhe and ride our pleasure.
His breathing quicken and takes on a frantic quality as the last flares of my orgasm burn themselves out, and I open my eyes to watch him as he finishes, his mouth twisting in the savage release.
I clasp onto his shoulders, squeezing tightly as we both shake and thrum together, our bodies attuning themselves to each other in this magical moment.
Finally, he slides to the side.
Without even thinking – it feels like the only natural thing to do – I climb into his arms, laying my head against his chest.
He strokes his hand through my hair and then leans down, laying a surprisingly tender kiss against my forehead.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, as though the animal side of him is fading in favor of the protective, loving side.
No, not loving, I warn myself sternly. He’s not loving, because we agreed on no L-words.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
He makes patterns in my hair, circles, and spirals that send hot shivers through my body.