Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
I dig my nails into his shoulders, the pleasure so intense I’m pretty sure I stop breathing, but he doesn’t stop. Even now, when we could be discovered, he’s determined to prove his power over my body.
“Fuck me,” I whisper between gasps for air. “Please, I need your cock inside me…”
“Damn, you beg so sweetly, Bianca. My cocks already dripping cum from your sweet moans and cries of pleasure. If I had the time to tease you, I would, but I don’t, and my desire to be inside of you right now is my only thought.”
YES!
Pulling his fingers from my sopping pussy, he brings them to his lips, sucking the juices off of them. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I wish the lighting was better so I could see his eyes fully.
“Sweet as honey,” he murmurs and releases me for a moment. He undoes his belt and then lowers his zipper, the sound loud in the empty room. Lifting me once more, he pins me to the wall, his frame holding me in place. I hitch my legs around his waist, bringing him closer. Anticipation bubbles in my belly. He’s so big and thick.
“I wish I had it in me to take you slow, but I can’t.” I feel the fat head of his cock at my entrance, and a moment later, he’s filling me. He stretches me to the point of pain, and I breathe through my nose, swallowing back a whimper as he thrusts forward.
With every thrust, he sinks a little deeper inside of me and while I struggle to take him, the pleasure that swirls in my core as he forces himself inside me is worth the pain.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you struggle to take me. Your little pussy stretches around me so nicely, pulling me deeper and deeper. Those first few pushes inside of you. Fuck…” Callum’s filthy words are my undoing.
He moves faster, and the hints of pain give way to complete pleasure as I adjust to his girth. I hang on tight and press my face to his neck to hold back my ecstatic cries. My nipples are so hard they rub against the fabric of my bra, intensifying the pleasure in my core.
“Mine, mine,” he grunts with every stroke. He’s right. I’m his.
I love you. I want to say it. It’s right there on the tip of my tongue, but I hold it back. Still too afraid, even while he’s pounding into me, taking me the way I need to be taken. I’ve never been so sure how I feel, but I can’t risk ruining the moment.
“Yes,” I whisper into his ear. “Yes, Callum, yes.”
He hits that special spot at the top of my channel, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My toes curl, and… thrust, thrust, thrust. He fucks me harder, each stroke hitting the same spot. In a breath, I’m swept away again, my muscles tighten, and I explode. My entire body trembles.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Squeezing my cock like that. Now I’m going to reward you. I’m going to fill you full of my cum. You want that, don’t you? You want my cum inside this tight pussy?”
“Yes, yes! Come inside me,” I urge, breathless, ready for his release.
“Fuck,” he growls, grinding his hips against me. I can feel him deep, as deep as he can go. He tips his head back a second later, and a rush of warmth fills my core. This is the part I like best. When he’s helpless, lost in the way I make him feel. It’s probably the only time he’s ever really helpless and loses the firm grip he maintains over everything else in his life.
I hold him close, cupping the back of his neck in my hand, pressing my lips to his cheek, his ear. I love you. My heart is so full I’m afraid the words will spill out, but I bite them back in time. He slowly pulls out of me, bringing with him a gush of our mixed juices. Taking a step back, his gaze sweeps over me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but I wish I could. He helps me adjust my dress and gently caresses my cheek.
“The ladies’ room is across from here. Go on in and clean yourself up, but leave my cum inside your pussy where it belongs.” I swear I see the hint of a grin appear on his lips. His hand drops from my face, and he tucks himself back into his pants, straightening out his clothing. “I’ll go back out and do damage control.”
I can only nod, breathless from our activities. I feel like I got hit by a hurricane and probably look that way, too.