Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Working limbs. Invisible wings made of old stained glass. Pronounced veins and thorns from the grapes of wrath. Eyes shut tight, inviting the darkness, and his neck stretched, swallowing his pride. Axel placed his hand against the headboard and groaned so deep, the tremor of his voice rattled her loins. Her bones. Her blood. Her brain. Her soul. She wrapped her thighs tighter around his waist, locking her heels in place at his lower back. Rocking to his rhythm, she rode that forceful groundswell with him, and then he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her.
A deluge of warmth filled the condom as he rapidly pivoted his hips for the final round. He decelerated, then groaned with pleasure. He rested against her for such a short while, it barely registered, and she sighed with pleasure when he engulfed her nipple, sucking it hard as he massaged the other. He switched breasts, then slipped his hand under her ass cheek and gave it an ample squeeze.
Their breathing was in sync. One accord. The timing, mood, place felt so right. After a few moments, he stirred and rose from the bed, stumbling away into the bathroom and serenading her with the sounds of soft, running water. Chris Brown’s, ‘Call Me Every Day’ played when he returned, rubbing his hands on a small white towel. The lavatory light streaming in the room now provided her a new chance to view his amazing physique. He’d put his hair in a ponytail now, and the strands flowed over one shoulder.
His sexy smile made her pussy pulse with the penchant of pending pleasure. Tossing the hand towel onto the nightstand, he opened the drawer and retrieved another condom from a black box.
“What are you lookin’ at, 800?” he asked with a smile.
“You. Damn…” She licked her lips and pulled herself closer to the edge of the bed to get an even better view.
“I thought you was high falutin’, but come to find out, you ain’t got any home trainin’. It’s rude to stare,” he teased.
“It’s even ruder not to invite me for a taste. You got to eat. Now’s my turn.”
He smirked, placed the box down, and stood before her.
“You can have more than a taste, baby… Lick and suck this dick all you like.”
He stood flush against the side of the bed, arms resting at his sides. Lying on her stomach, she grasped his dick, loving the heavy feel of it in her hands. She wasted no time running her tongue along the tip. He sighed as she put more and more of him in her mouth—consumed it, sucking hungrily on the long, veiny delicacy. His grunts and groans blended with her gagging and pausing. Saliva and precum dripped down her chin as she devoured him whole. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, steering her into his rapid thrusts. She kept gobbling him up, loving the feel and taste of his fat cock pushing towards the back of her throat.
Slipping away from her oral grasp, he reached for the box once again, removed a fresh condom, and glided it down his massive dick. She stiffened when she felt him slide his arm around her body, then hoist her from the bed into his arms. As he carried her away, the art, the sounds of the music, and their breathing became an orchestra for the senses. Before she knew it, he’d cleared his desk of papers and bent her over it, right in front of a closet door mirror. He knocked her legs apart with a swift motion of his knee, placed one hand on her lower back, then gripped his dick, his attention drawn to their reflection.
“Ahhhh!”
“I wanna live deep inside you, baby…” he said, grasping her hips, and working her body as if he were playing a game of pinball. She watched her body lunging forward toward the mirror as he brutally fucked her. The sharp, deep thrusts felt more like subterranean nosedives into areas of her body she’d never known could be reached. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, cursing his name, and begging, too.
“Oh, shit! Don’t stop, Axel! Fuck me just like that… just like that. Don’t stop!”
He smacked her ass, and kept right on going. Fingers digging hard into her waist as he rode her to the moon and back. She clutched the edge of the desk, knocking over a container full of pens and mechanical pencils. They rolled all over the place, hitting the floor as he lunged inside of her, sweat dripping down his body like a waterfall. His thighs were slick, hot and wet, for she felt him each time he entered her, and the slapping noise of his hairy balls reminded her of the sounds of a drying machine on the fritz. They came at the same time, reaching for each other. He pulled her arm to him, and she grasped his wrist as he drained inside of her. She was soon met with soft kisses up her spine, and a proud look of satisfaction on his face when he pulled back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.