Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
I kept that pressure on her neck, kept my thumb teasing her clit until I could feel her slowing, losing control, so desperate for her release she didn’t know if she should move faster or stop moving altogether.
When she couldn’t keep the pace, I took over, bending my legs so she could rest against them as I bucked my hips. I fucked her hard and deep and mercilessly, my grip on her throat never relenting. And when she caught her second orgasm, I smiled in victory, feeling the way she hugged my cock, the way her entire body quivered with the release.
It was the most intoxicating sight, watching her lose control. Her breasts bounced wildly as she rode me, her head tilted back in ecstasy, mouth open and crying out my name. I kept that bruising pace until the moment she went lax in my lap, until she crumpled against my chest, panting, sweating, clinging to me, her pussy still tightening around my cock in little pulses.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, kissing her hair.
I let her rest for a moment, just barely moving in and out of her. My cock was throbbing now, desperate for a release, but I waited until she caught her breath.
When she started kissing me, started lifting herself off me and dropping back down, I gave in to my own need.
Flipping her onto her stomach, I kissed and sucked and licked a trail up her thighs, biting the lush round apple of her ass before I straddled her from behind. Gripping her hips, I arched that ass up for me, giving her a light spank before I positioned myself at her entrance again.
And when I slid in this time, we hit a new depth.
I knew she felt it, too — likely even more sensitive from her second release. She cried out my name, fingers twisting in the sheets as I withdrew and flexed inside her again.
“I’m close,” I promised. Hell, the truth was I could have come just from eating her out, from tasting her and feeling the way she trembled through her first orgasm.
My balls were tight with the need to release, my cock so sensitive that every thrust inside her felt like I was already climaxing. She was all I could feel, all I could hear, all I could see. She was all that existed.
Pulling her up off the bed and onto her knees, I flexed inside her again, palming her breast with one hand while the other tilted her face toward me so I could capture her mouth with mine. She moaned into the kiss, and I fucked her hard with three bruising pumps before I finally caught fire.
Light burst behind my eyes, her name rolling off my lips and against hers as I buried myself deep. I was on fire. I was numb. I was engulfed by everything that she was, everything we could be together.
I lost myself in her, riding out the most powerful orgasm of my life while she kissed me and gripped my hair in her fist.
Neither of us wanted it to end — as if once it did, we’d be thrown back into a reality where we couldn’t exist together.
But I refused to let that happen.
I hoped she felt it with every last thrust. I hoped she’d never remember what it was like to live without me ever again. I hoped she realized as much as I did that there was no going back.
Even after I’d finished, we stayed connected, kissing and slowly fucking each other as my cum leaked out of her. When I did carefully remove myself, I instantly swept her into my arms, kissing her all the way to the bathroom before I ran her a hot bath.
I helped her settle in, knowing the way she hissed when she sank all the way into the water meant she’d be sore tomorrow. I did my best to ease that pain, caressing her with the washcloth between her legs and over her breasts before I slid into the water behind her.
She sighed, resting against my chest as I massaged her shoulders and kissed behind her ear.
I had full intention just to wash her and comfort her, to make her feel good and then put her to bed. But the little minx started slipping and sliding against me, her hand snaking back between us until she could wrap it around my cock and stroke me back to life.
Before long, we were sliding into round two, neither of us wanting to sleep until we’d had our fill.
When we finally did surrender to our fatigue, we slid into bed together without a stitch of clothing between us. I curled around her as she snuggled into my arms, and when I felt her start to weep, I closed my eyes, pressing soft, soothing kisses to her spine and the back of her neck. I held her tighter, letting her know I was there without a word being spoken, letting her know I wasn’t going anywhere.