Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Looks like cock size is a genetic factor,” she whispers, with a dance of amusement in her tone.
“Lucky you,” I say, leaning back, letting my cock take center stage. And he does. I’m happy to say that I’m totally in proportion.
“Lucky me,” she whispers.
It’s time for Gabriella to get what she wants.
“Get on here.” I reach for her hand, tugging her closer, supporting her weight as she kneels either side of my hips. My hands cup her ass, tugging her. She unfastens her bra, freeing the breasts I’ve been craving to see bared. Her hair is so long, it hangs like a mermaid’s, revealing her nipples and some creamy, soft skin. I push it away, gathering it in one hand and using my grip on it to bring her closer. When I wrap my lips around one tight point, I relish her soft exhale, and deeper moan as I suck hard.
My mind spins with a surge of blood, driven by my racing heart and all the tension gathering in my body. I’m so close to being inside Gabriella, so close to knowing whether my fantasies were anything close to reality. She shifts forward, one hand reaching between us to encircle my cock. There’s nothing tentative about the way she touches me, grasping hard and pumping with determination. I have to throw my head back to catch my breath and focus on her touch.
It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
Her wrist is tiny in my big hand, and I squeeze gently, letting her know she needs to stop without having to say the words. “It’s time,” I growl.
“Dalton…”
We both focus on the space between our bodies, watching as I grasp my cock in one hand and shift her body closer with the other. Her pretty pussy is spread wide, and I stroke through her wetness, coating the end of my cock, making us both hiss with pleasure. “Sit on it,” I order, knowing she’ll need the ability to move at her own pace. I hate it when guys brag about rearranging a girl’s guts, but my cock is so big against Gab that it looks as though it’s going to hit her diaphragm.
She bites her bottom lip and frowns, letting my cock press against her little hole. Fuck, this is ridiculous. Impossible. But suddenly, it’s not.
Women are miraculous things. Their bodies seem capable of the impossible. As she lowers down on my dick, inch by incredible inch, I can’t stop watching her stretching and expanding to take me in.
“Fuck, Dalton. You’re such a big boy.”
My heart swells and I wrap my arms around Gabriella, wanting her to feel just how into this moment I really am.
8
GABRIELLA
There’s a song by SZA called Big Boy and it’s been running through my head on a loop since I opened the door to Dalton, and he obliterated the light that should have streamed in from outside with his huge body.
Damn, he’s massive. Big hands like shovels. Broad chest and thick arms corded with the muscles of a working man. Dark beard I could get lost in. And his cock? Well, all I can say about that is ‘chef’s kiss’.
Dalton’s not a boy anymore.
That ship has sailed.
He’s well and truly a man who’s capable of wrecking my comparably tiny body. Right now, I feel like I’m a finger puppet, and Dalton’s cock is a giant fist. What’s happening between us shouldn’t be humanly possible, but somehow my body is making it work.
I can’t tell you how grateful I am that he’s pushing into the stretchiest part of me, or that he’s allowing me complete and total control.
It’s a struggle for him to hold back. I can tell by the way he’s gripping the arms of the beaten-up old chair that I love so much, and the way his jaw ticks with restraint.
Shit, that part is sexy.
Dalton’s like a large breed dog, all big and strong and friendly, but behind the facade, I know he’s a fucking animal. I just hope he’s going to let go and show me that part of him. If I can’t make him growl like a grizzly, I’m going to feel like a failure.
I drop my head back, letting my hair tickle my lower back, gripping Dalton’s inked bicep, using small thrusts to take him deeper. “Fuck,” I groan, as my eyes roll. The stretching is so good, so perfect.
Yesterday with Kain flashes through my mind, but it doesn’t feel weird to be thinking of another man during sex with Dalton. The Nowaks always do everything together. Somehow it makes this deal we have feel natural even though to anyone else it would be strange and maybe a whole lot of fucked up.
“You’re nearly there.” Dalton’s voice is husky and his hands have moved to grip my hips. In my fantasy, he used me like a rag doll, forcing my body to move over his, demanding what he wanted and making me come like a banshee in the process.