Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I press down even harder on his arms, digging my nails in as he arches his back. The new angle makes me gasp once again.
“Fuck, you like that,” he snarls.
It’s not a question. He can read my pleasure signals. He keeps fucking me at that angle, the huge tip of his cock pressing against a new place I’ve never felt before. It’s deeper than his finger could reach, more intimate than his tongue. It’s like he’s found a special place, only for him, and my body is rewarding me with wave after wave of teasing pleasure for taking this chance.
Nerves don’t matter. Even Mom fades away. It’s just us, the movement of our bodies, and the implication of this union. The future.
He lies atop me, his firm body brushing against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, clinging onto his back as his hips shift back and forth, getting quicker and more urgent.
Time? That’s a joke. It means nothing. We could have been doing this forever or a minute. The only thing that means anything is each thrust, each contact of his massive cock with that spot within, the rising heat, the steaminess. There’s a fuse lit, sizzling, hinting at an orgasm.
“Harder,” I moan.
He leans back again, staring down at me, sweat making his silver hair glisten.
“Harder?” he growls. “Are you sure about that?”
I’ve shocked even myself, but then, it’s as though I didn’t say the word. My lust did. The non-afraid part. The piece of myself nerves can never touch.
“Yes,” I say. “I want all of you.”
My hips buck when he pushes hard into my pussy. The mattress whines, and that spot of pleasure flares, singing out for more.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan. “Oh, J-Jacob.”
I can’t say anything else as his powerful body rocks back and forth, sweat coating his chest, his abs, his cock friction-kissing my core each time he pushes inside, deeper, with more intensity. I don’t have to question any of it anymore. He’s as obsessed as I am. Nothing could stop us. I grab onto his sides, my fingernails clawing across and settling in the space between his solid ab muscles.
He’s groaning, his veins pushing with more firmness against his neck. He’s as lost to the pleasure as I am, and that gives me so much more confidence, knowing I can have this effect on my man. My man. I’ll never have to doubt that again.
“You’re close,” he snarls. “I can feel it. Your pussy’s talking to me.”
“Hmm.”
It’s the only word-like sound I can produce. He’s right.
Meaningless time passes by, but I’m locked in a forever land of euphoria, nothing else existing but the passage of his cock inside of me, his pleasure-filled groans, that he’s close to his finish.
My eyes get blurrier as the sensations overwhelm me. I move in time with him, guiding my hips. We’re becoming one person, just like we will on our wedding day. The fuse within blows, boiling vibrations spreading through me. My pussy feels like it’s fluttering around his cock, pulsing as the orgasm grips me in its pleasure, so much more intense than his mouth, his finger, everything. I can’t think, just experience, just savor.
He groans and collapses atop me again as the orgasm hits him, our bodies making slick noises as he fucks me faster, the mattress whining beneath us, my hands firmly planted in the unyielding firmness of his back as we savor our shared finish. After, he stays atop me. I loosen my grip on his back, and then he turns his head, kissing me on the cheek.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” he says, his tone a puzzle.
It’s half surprising gentleness… and half savage, hinting he wants to go again already. He doesn’t have to hint. His cock starts to get hard still inside of me.
“Tell me you can take it again.”
I kiss him on the lips, not caring if I can taste myself. There’s nothing too intimate for us.
“Yeah, but after…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t wear you out.”
I smile, glad he understands, and then the tickling, fiery feelings flurry deep within again. He’s hard, and he rears back, staring down at me, moving his hips.
We lose ourselves in pleasure.
Once it’s over, I lie in his arms. Both of us are silent. Afraid to speak, perhaps, to shatter the mirage. While we were making love, we could pretend none of our problems existed.
But now…
He kisses the top of my head. “You’re worrying.”
“Yeah,” I admit.
“About the photos… or your mom?”
“I don’t care about the photos,” I say fiercely. “I looked online, and some people are supporting us, but if they weren’t, I still wouldn’t care. It’s nobody’s business, especially because they’re so wrong. I’m not a gold digger, and you’re not a bad person for wanting me.”
He kisses me again. “I feel exactly the same.”
“But I do think we should speak to Mom. We need answers, and she deserves to know the truth.”