Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
He started to tease my clit with his thumb and I clamped my thighs together around his arm, riding his hand, desperate for friction. His breathing went tight, as if seeing me so needy turned him on even more. He kept licking at my breasts but now, with his other hand, he pushed my skirt up around my waist, baring my thighs to him. Then he slid a hand under me and started squeezing my ass as he finger-fucked me. The pleasure was spiraling tighter and tighter, a black hole that sucked in everything else, even thought. I got his shirt open at last and my hands went crazy, stroking the hard muscles of his back, his pecs, roving down to his six pack, desperately trying to vent what was building inside me. I was his, under the command of his lips and tongue and those big, rough hands. “Oh, God,” I panted. “D—Do it. I need you.”
I could feel his cock through his pants and it twitched, then swelled even more, an iron bar against my thigh. “Need me where?” he growled, his words hot little hurricanes on my wet breasts.
I was in a thick fog of pleasure and had to struggle to think. Then I realized what I’d said and flushed, going quiet.
His fingers moved a little faster. His hand on my ass squeezed and I went weak inside: “Need me where?”
“I need you inside me,” I croaked.
He lifted himself from me and his finger withdrew, leaving me aching and empty. My eyes slowly opened and I watched, heavy-lidded and dreamy, as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down around his thighs. His cock sprang out, rock hard and weighty, and he rolled on a condom. He hooked my panties down my legs and off, tossing them away. Then he spread my thighs, pushing one leg tight against the seat back and nudging the other off the seat and onto the floor to make room for him. He lowered himself, the muscled bulk of him spreading me more.
I drew in my breath as I felt the head of his cock nudge at my sopping lips: God, are we really going to do this, right here? Then he was sliding up into me and all thought ceased. With one long push he went deep inside me. He used his forearms to brace himself so that he didn’t crush me but that didn’t stop the heady thrill of feeling him on top of me, the solid weight of him pinning me down.
He drew back, a long, silken motion. Every slickened inch he glided over threw out streamers of silvery, crackling pleasure that fed the building, glowing center. Then he pushed forward again and Oh God tight perfection: with my legs so close together, I could feel the shape of him, the thick head and every bulge and vein. I clutched at his shoulders, drawing him down to me, needing more. He drew back again, thrust again, fast, taking me by surprise, and buried another inch inside me. He slid his hands under my ass, lifting me a little to meet him, drew back and thrust a third time, and I cried out, eyes wide, as I felt the root of him against me and his balls brushing my ass.
He began to pump at me, each stroke making that glowing center inside me compress and tighten. He had his hands planted either side of my head and I began to stroke up and down his forearms, loving the chiseled hardness of him. We stared deep into each other’s eyes as he fucked me: I could see the way his eyes narrowed in pleasure as he sank deep into me, the tightening of his lips as he withdrew, fighting for control. And he could see the way my eyes widened and my lips parted each time his cock filled me, how I bit my lip and moaned each time it left me.
His thrusts got faster, harder, the raw power of them pushing me along the seat until he had to wedge his elbows against the tops of my shoulders to pin me in place. That made the tight friction of him even better, each pump of his cock ratcheting me closer to orgasm. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, I was helpless, going crazy: God, it had never been like this before, not even when he’d fucked me up against the window. I pulled both my feet up onto the seat, bending my knees and opening them wide, my hands clawing at his shoulders.
My climax was building fast, now rushing towards me. He fucked me faster, faster, slamming into me, and my hands slid down his back to his ass, shamelessly pulling him into me. He leaned down and kissed me and I panted against his lips as I got closer. Then he reached down, captured one of my nipples between thumb and finger and squeezed just a little—