Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
I’m so close.
The tip of my cock slides between her lips, pressing against her tight entrance, demanding a way in. Her body is hot as it slowly grips mine around the fat mushroomed head of my dick. She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Keep going,” she breathes.
I inch forward, slowly, for two reasons. One, so I don’t rip her apart by accident. And two, so I don’t blow my load in a half a second.
“That’s it,” I croon. “Relax and take me, angel. I’ll fit. Every thick inch will fit, but you have to let me in.”
She moans, spreading wider. Her body grips me to the point I nearly black out from pleasure. Gently, I pull out some to coat my cock with her juices and then slide in some more. Little by little, inch by inch. I fuck her with shallow thrusts until I feel that her body has fully accepted me. Then, I drive into her deep, flexing my ass as I plunge into her tight depths.
“Oh God!” she cries out, her fingernails ripping at my hair.
“You okay?” I murmur, pressing kisses to her mouth. “I can stop.”
“N-No. Don’t stop.”
“I’m in, Lauren. All the way in. How does it feel?”
“Crazy,” she says with a breathy giggle. “It hurts too, but the good kind of hurt. I can’t believe you’re inside me.”
“Believe it.” I kiss her mouth and then nip along her jaw to her neck. Sucking on her flesh, I love the way her cunt clenches around me. My breath is hot against her skin as I say, “Now I’m going to make love to you.”
With slow, measured thrusts, I drive into my sweet girl, owning her body. She slides her fingernails to my shoulders, clawing me there. I love that she’s marking me and leaving her own bites of pain on me. I suck on her neck hard and then bite her, picking up my pace. Our bodies quickly grow slick with sweat and our need to touch and feel every part of the other person becomes frantic and obsessive.
More. More. More.
I just want more of her.
My slow lovemaking turns wild as I buck into her. Fucking. With the intense way she scratches her nails over my biceps and the way she moans like a feral cat, there’s no denying we’ve graduated past virginal lovemaking. She’s mine and I’m claiming her. She wants to be claimed.
More. More. More.
“Oh God, Daniel!”
Her body begins shaking like it did when I owned her with my tongue. I drive into her hard, grinding my hips in such a way, I punish her clit some with the movement. It does the trick because she screams out my name a second before she detonates.
Fuck.
Her body squeezes around my dick over and over like it’s fisting me to climax. I can’t hold on any longer, giving in to the satisfaction of my orgasm. My nuts draw up in pleasure and I release an animalistic growl as I grind against her. Cum fills the condom and because of how long I’ve gone without getting laid, I’m worried it’s going to fucking explode inside her.
“Jesus, Lauren,” I groan. “You trying to give this old man a heart attack?”
She laughs and grips my hair so I’m forced to look at her. “Don’t die on me, Gramps. I’d like to try that again a time or two.”
Lifting a brow, I smirk at her. “Just one or two? I’m old, but not that damn old.”
“So we’ll get to do that at least three times?”
“At least three tonight alone,” I tease.
I pull out of her to go dispose of the condom. My heart is racing in my chest. Once it’s gone, I come back over to her to and pull her out of bed.
“Bath is probably still warm.” I hug her naked body to mine. “Want to wash off before bed?”
She sags against me, weak and tired. “Yeah.”
We both know the one time was all she had in her tonight, but it’s fun to tease. Truth is, I don’t know if she’ll even make it to the bathroom. I scoop her in my arms and carry her back to the tub.
“Daniel?” she says as we sink down into the still-warm water.
“Yeah, angel?”
“That was amazing. Thank you.”
She grows quiet and then a sob escapes her. I tense up, hugging her to me.
“What is it, baby?” I whisper, my chest aching.
“Can we go to the hospital now?”
Fuck.
We don’t have tomorrow.
We only have tonight.
I pace around outside the radiology department as Lauren gets her MRI. I’m going to be sick. When Morris’s face paled as he looked at the ultrasound, I knew something was wrong. He immediately ordered an MRI to get a closer look. At her kidneys.
“Still in there?” he asks as he comes striding down the hall, a rare, serious expression on his face.