Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Oh, God. That was it. I lost the thin sliver of control I had. The animal had won. I pulled out slightly and drove back in.
My hips started to move with zero thought. I pumped myself slowly in and out of her. My legs started to shake almost immediately from the strain of trying to hold myself back.
Forget riding three hundred miles straight. Forget the kind of farm work that had you falling asleep before the sun went down. Forget power lifting. Trying to control myself with this one gorgeous girl was the most strenuous workout I’d had in my life.
I’d thought once I was finally inside her, the torture would end. But it had only just begun. Her sweetness overwhelmed me. So did the thought that I was the first to feel her this way. And I will be the fucking last, I swore to myself.
She was mine at last. I was never going to let her go. Never. Didn’t matter how creepy it sounded. It was the truth.
I reached underneath her to rub her clit, and she bore down on me. That was it. I was not going to last. My hips jerked out of tempo as a massive orgasm started at the base of my spine.
It wasn't just going to be big. It was going to be epic. And not just because it had been so damned long since I was with anyone. It was all her. Melissa was my kryptonite and my salvation.
I cursed as my seed shot from my balls to my tip, pouring into her. It was a massive explosion of lust. I held her hips in place as I rammed home and stayed there, planted deep inside her. I couldn't have moved if my life depended on it. She was trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, tugging at my shaft in a way that made the orgasm go on for what felt like forever.
Finally, my orgasm started to recede. But I wasn't done with her yet. She and her girlfriends had put me through hell. They had taken my control away from me. They had taken away my ability to protect Melissa from myself. Now the door was unlocked and the beast was out of his cage. She was going to pay for what she had done. And I knew just how to extract my pound of flesh.
I just had to do it without hurting her.
I could barely speak but I managed one word as I slowly started to slide in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
"Again."
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Melissa
Oh, my God, I thought as the man behind me started moving again. He wanted to do that again? He wanted to make the earth move and the world explode again? Already?
Not that I wanted to stop him. I was too busy feeling to do anything but exist. I couldn’t have formed words at that moment, even if I had wanted to take a little breather. Not with the intense pleasure still spiraling through my body. He drove into me with a delicious little curve of his hips. And just like that, I started coming again.
He cursed roughly behind me and started to fuck me harder. It didn’t hurt, though. Somehow, it made my orgasm even more intense. It was even bigger than the times he had made me come with his hands and mouth. Having his whole body pressed against me and actually inside me was a whole other level. Right now, my whole body felt like a giant nerve ending in the best way possible.
Dear God in heaven. What is happening to me?
I felt like I was melting, breaking apart, and coming back together at the same time. I squealed as my body pulled him deeper, undulating like the ocean inside me. I felt like the ocean. Or the sky. I didn’t feel like a girl anymore. I felt different. It felt like the whole world was inside me.
“Fuck, I can’t . . . I can’t fucking stop,” he groaned as his tempo increased. It felt like there was a locomotive behind me. A relentless machine, bearing down on me. But I wasn’t scared.
I was loving every second of it.
For a while, the only sound in the room was Nick’s ragged breathing and the sounds of our bodies coming together. The soft sounds echoed in the loft, unmistakable for what they were. He stopped moving suddenly, still embedded deep inside me.
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not ready to come yet."
I whimpered helplessly. I was close to coming again. I didn't want him to stop, but I wanted him to come with me, if that were even possible. It seemed like that had happened the first time, but I couldn’t be sure. I felt the first flutters of an orgasm. I cried out as he cursed and pulled himself out of me. Then I was lifted in the air, turned over, and held carefully in his arms. I blinked up at him. He barely looked at me. He just carried me through the loft and kicked open a door. I looked around, realizing we were in a more private room with a giant bed.