Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
My whole world narrowed down to pleasure and sensation and Lucky, who was doing such wonderful, incredible things to me. I whimpered and rocked my hips, trying to take his finger deeper as he worked me open. I felt so full when he added a second. And all of this was only the appetizer.
I became solely focused on one goal. It was hard to form sentences at this point, but I managed, between sharp intakes of air, “Fuck me, Elian. Please.”
He sat up a little and asked, “You sure, baby?”
When I nodded, he grabbed a condom from his drawer, and I tipped my head up and watched him. He put it on and lubed it in a matter of seconds, and then he knelt between my legs and pressed the tip of his cock against my hole. I was still in that same position, on my back with my bent legs held open for him. I’d never felt more vulnerable in my entire life, and in that moment, I realized just how much I trusted him.
It was startling. I rarely trusted anyone. But here I was, offering myself to this man, and I was absolutely certain he’d take care of me. There’d be time to process this epiphany later, though, because right now I had other things to think about.
As Lucky’s cock kept pressing against me, he met my gaze and caressed my cheek. A little whimper slipped from me. It wasn’t going to fit. There was no way. But he talked me through it, telling me to bear down like I was trying to push his cock out of me, and somehow that opened me up enough for the head to slip inside.
Even though he was in now, I whispered, “It won’t fit.”
He held still and stroked my hair. “Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
He kissed me gently before saying, “Try to relax for me, baby. You’re tensing all your muscles.”
“I’m scared that it’s going to hurt.”
“It will at first, but it won’t be more than you can handle.” That was actually reassuring. It sounded like the truth, instead of just telling me what I wanted to hear.
I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, and his thick cock slid into me, inch by inch. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing it,” he said. Pretty soon, his hips were resting against my body, and he smiled at me before asking, “Are you okay?”
I felt impossibly full and stretched, and there was definitely some discomfort, but he’d been right—it wasn’t more than I could handle. When I nodded, he kissed me again.
He began to move, slowly at first. It felt like my body was adapting to him with each thrust. I let go of some tension I hadn’t realized I was holding, and everything became better still.
He shifted my legs to his shoulders, freeing up my hands so I could start jerking off. Then it all changed again. He began fucking me harder, and his cock started slamming into my prostate. I muttered, “Holy shit,” as waves of pleasure pulsated through me.
Right after that, I lost the capacity for thought and speech and most higher brain functions.
I totally let go, moaning as I rocked my hips, trying to meet each thrust and drive him deeper into me. Throughout it all, I kept my eyes locked on Lucky. His skin glistened with sweat, the muscles of his chest and shoulders starkly defined as he braced himself and pushed into me. His full lips were parted and he was breathing hard, almost panting, like something wild and primal.
I was so close to coming, but I needed just a little more to push me over the edge. I managed one word. “Harder.” At that, he began to absolutely pound my ass, making the bed rock beneath us.
And then the entire world exploded into color and light as my orgasm tore me apart. I yelled and thrashed around and arched off the mattress, only marginally aware that Lucky was yelling and coming just like I was.
By the time that huge orgasm finally ended, I was wrecked. I collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for air. Lucky said something, but I was too out of it to make sense of the words. When he slid out of me, I made a sound of disappointment.
He went downstairs for a minute or two, and when he came back he cleaned the cum from my stomach with a towel before snuggling in beside me. I was still pretty out of it, but I managed, “Don’t let me fall asleep.”
“You sure? You look like you’re more than halfway there.”
I rolled onto my side and tucked my head under his chin. As he put his arm around me, I muttered, “I’d been looking forward to seeing you all week. It would be so sad if I slept through most of our time together, like I did last week.”