Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
He pushed inside one inch and then another, the barrel of his length stretching me wide and making me wince. “I would never hurt this pretty pussy.” He gave another shove, getting himself a little deeper.
“Fuck…” It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.
He gave another hard shove, and then he was in, my arousal lubricating the connection between our bodies. He was so thick that he stretched me wider than I thought I could be stretched. It was the biggest dick I’d ever taken, and I wondered how I would fit it into my mouth when he fucked me there too.
His thrusts were gentle and slow, his head just above mine, my body folded underneath his so our hips could be aligned. His head dipped, and he kissed me, sucking my lips before he pulled away. “Look at me.”
I had to tilt my head back slightly to meet his gaze, his big dick taking up all of me. I breathed and panted, my hands planted against his hard chest, my body rocking with his.
He dipped his head and kissed me again, taking my mouth with authority, diving his tongue into my mouth to dance with his. Our breaths escaped our lips and interrupted our embrace as we started to move faster, as the sweat started to coat our bodies.
He pulled away then made good on his word—and fucked me hard.
His pace wasn’t interrupted by a desperation to edge himself. He plowed into me hard, tapping his hand against the headboard, demolishing my tightness with the wrecking ball of his dick.
My hands gripped his arms, my favorite part of his body other than the massive rod between my legs…and those beautiful blue eyes. “God…” I felt the start, the distant burn in my stomach, the heat that radiated through my limbs. The sweat intensified. I suddenly felt like a powerful ball of heat about to explode.
“Fuck…” He pounded into me as he moaned, feeling my lithe body constrict around his.
A few seconds later, it hit me hard, crashed into me and knocked the wind out of me. My nails dug into his arms as I was caught up in the most intoxicating pleasure I’d ever known. It was potent enough to make tears spring to my eyes, to make the rest of my body numb so I could only feel the searing heat between my legs. “Yes…”
His thrusts increased as he plowed into me, his dick slightly thicker than it’d been seconds ago. His chest flushed red, and the sweat that glistened on his shoulders became more prominent. “Fuck, this pussy…” He released inside me with a sexy moan, shoving his dick farther inside than before and making me wince when it went too far. His come filled me with warmth, its weight so substantial I could feel it.
He remained buried inside me as he breathed on top of me, his hungry eyes locked on mine now. Blue and beautiful, but hard as steel. “This pretty pussy is mine now.”
It was the middle of the night when we finally crashed.
I was so tired I could have slept through the afternoon, but the smell of something delicious made my eyes snap open. It smelled like pancakes…and bacon…and eggs. I propped myself up and looked out the open door to the rest of his quarters. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear something.
“Anything else, sir?”
“No,” Axel said. “Thank you.”
Footsteps sounded, and a door opened and closed.
I lay back down, tempted to go back to sleep, but once I knew there was hot and fresh food in the other room, it was hard to think about anything else.
My body ached as I got out of bed, my core sore, my legs stiff. But my pussy ached most of all because of the massive dick that had been there the night before. One of his t-shirts was at the edge of the bed, so I pulled it on before I walked down the hallway, unsure where my panties had ended up.
Axel was seated at the dining table near the window, shirtless, his arms covered in prominent veins that stretched up the sides of his neck. On the table in front of him was a breakfast that looked like room service, white plates covered with silver domes, bottles of syrup and ketchup placed on the table.
Axel was typing on his phone, but he put it down when he realized I was in the room. “Morning, Pretty.”
I stilled at the nickname, a nickname that sounded cute on the surface…but had a much different meaning.
He smirked when he saw my reaction. “Hungry?”
“I wasn’t…until I smelled it.” I took the seat across from him and helped myself to a mug of coffee.
He removed the silver covers and let me help myself to whatever I wanted.