Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah, you like that,” he says, slipping his finger downwards into my wetness, pressing up and in so slowly my legs shake. “That looks so fucking good.” He pushes another finger in deep and twists his hand so first the tips of his fingers, and then the joints graze my g-spot. I start to move, raising up and down, hooked on his hand and on his words. The sound of his voice hitching with arousal does something to me, and I want to hear more.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper.
“I want to feel you come,” he replies. “I want to feel your pussy flutter and hear the moans you’ll make. I want to play with your clit until it hurts and then make it feel so good you come again.”
“Oh,” I gasp when he uses his other hand to stroke my clit, fingers still pushing and twisting inside me.
“That’s it, baby.” Harrison’s voice cracks like he can’t believe what’s happening. Maybe he wasn’t expecting to get lucky tonight. Maybe he doesn’t usually do this kind of thing. Maybe I’m a terrible corrupting influence on him. It’s that thought that pushes me over the edge, grabbing onto the back of the couch and curing forward with my pleasure.
“Mmmm,” is the only sound that comes from my lips, a keening noise that sounds barely human.
“That’s it,” he says again, with a strange tone of awe in his voice, as though he can’t quite believe what is happening either. Then he pulls me towards him and wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tight while I come down from the place in the stratosphere he sent me to. The kisses he presses onto my temple and cheek are tender and sweet.
“You look fucking amazing when you come,” he whispers in my ear. I can hear the need in his voice and feel the evidence of his arousal beneath me. I want to satisfy him too.
“Make me come again,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you,” he replies cockily, but the look on his face when I draw back and undo his pants is priceless. “Oh, you want that…”
“Yeah, I do,” I whisper. “I want it all.”
“Fuck,” is all he can say, helping me as we both fumble with his zipper, fingers tangling in our shared eagerness to get to the really good stuff. I let him free his cock, and I watch as he fists the huge length of it, pulling it twice, up and down, so roughly that I think it must hurt.
When I raise my eyes to his, he’s smiling lazily. “You scared?”
“Nah, I love a challenge.”
“You really are a very strange girl,” he says fondly, cupping my cheek and rubbing at the white make-up there. Not wanting to give him too much time to study me, I slip my hand into the top of my holdups and pull out the foil packet I hid there earlier and hand it to him.
“Get yourself ready.”
His eyes sparkle as he takes the condom, tears it open and begins to sheath himself. I was careful to buy a large size–he really needs it–and my forethought seems to amuse him.
“You only pull dudes with big dicks?” he asks.
I shrug. “I throw back the tiddlers.”
His body shakes with laughter but stops when I grab hold of his cock and squeeze it hard. I rise over the top of it, stroking the head of it through my folds and up over my clit. It’s so rigid, so large that it almost doesn’t feel real. I know I’m going to struggle to take it all, but I’m going to try. My pussy is practically weeping for it when I settle him near my hole and push down.
The stretching sensation is unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I get it about an inch inside me by rocking my hips slowly and easing myself open around him.
“Fuck,” he says, throwing his head back. “You’re so damn tight.”
“And you’re so big, baby,” I whisper.
“We’re perfect together,” he says, grabbing my hips and helping me sink lower with little thrusts upwards. I feel so unbelievably full and open. He’s only part of the way in and it’s almost too much, but then he pulls harder and slips in further, and it feels so damn good I want to cry. “Look,” he says, his eyes between my legs. “Look at your sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I look when he’s staring, and I can understand why. He’s all but disappeared inside me, and my pink pussy lips are flared around him like a split open rose. It’s the most explicit thing I’ve ever seen.
“You feel so good,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
“You haven’t felt the half of it.”
He grabs hold of me around the ass, holding tight, and shifts to the edge of the sofa. Then he’s standing and walking us to a side unit near the door. He sits me on top, still impaled on his dick, and moves the pictures and ornaments to a chair next to us. So considerate.