Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Her hole is tight and warm, but her expression brings me just as much pleasure. It’s the way her lips shift, her mouth opening, the shock and desire warring in her eyes.
“You’re… huge,” she whispers.
“You can take it. Your body was made for me.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Then I bend you over and spank your thick creamy ass until you’re ready. I don’t care if it takes all night.”
Her eyes widen, telling me she likes that idea.
I inch deeper, terrified for one second I’m going to let it all go. Her pussy tightens, squeezing my tip, then the upper part of my shaft, the pressure getting lower and lower on my fat dick the deeper I get. She smooths her hands up to my neck, clinging on, tugging on me.
“It’s starting to… feel… different.”
I push in the final inch, almost howling when I feel her squeezing my base, so tight, so mine. It’s like my eager young woman doesn’t want me to leave her.
“There’s no space between us at all,” I moan, laying down against her, my mouth finding her neck and biting possessively.
“That’s the way I want it,” she whispers.
Her breath catches as I begin to slide out, then slide back in again, feeling her nerves in the pressure of her pussy. It’s the way she hugs onto me, squeezing tight, but as we rock together, I feel her relaxing.
Just a little. Just enough. She’s still tight and hot and squeezing me with so much pleasure, it’s a struggle not to let go. When I lean back again, I can read the pleasure on her face, her trembling lips.
“Oh, oh,” she moans.
I pump my hips faster, already addicted to the feeling of her slit, the wet noises her sex makes as I drive inside of her, over and over. Her moans change quality when I lean back more, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. They bounce, hypnotizing me as I fuck her at this new angle, her moans high-pitched and frantic.
“That’s your spot, you perfect girl,” I growl. “I can tell. That’s your perfect spot.”
She moans, shifting up and down on the end of my cock, causing her breasts to sway so that it’s difficult to look at anything else. In the silvery light, I can make out the veins moving across her perfect tits, the life, the lust inside of her.
The angle is awkward as I lean down, but it’s worth it to take her nipple in my mouth. I suck on it as my hips slip into overdrive, my cock sliding out until her slit kisses my tip… and then back in, deep, right up into the spot, which makes her whimper.
I lean back again as we flow into our rhythm, the base of my cock feeling like it swells when she shifts her hips in time with mine.
She smiles even as her lips tremble.
“That’s… your… spot… huh?”
I pound into her young pussy faster and harder, the mattress whining.
She gasps and throws her head back. There’s nothing theatrical about what she does, no hint that she’s putting on a show as others might. She’s merely giving herself to the pleasure, following it wherever it goes.
I stare down, past our bellies, at the sight of my cock disappearing between her thighs. There’s something so captivating about driving my dick deep and hard and the reverberation of her body. Her moans get more urgent. Her pussy squeezes onto me again and again, as if hinting at her orgasm.
“Y-y…”
She can’t speak. Veins rise on her neck, her mouth open. She’s not moving her hips anymore, as if the pleasure has paralyzed her.
Seed tries to rush up my shaft, but I keep pounding her, my tip hot and tingly as a long, tangled moan escapes her. Oh, damn. Yes. She’s creaming all over my dick.
I stare down as her come squirts down my length, big white signs of her release, smooshing against her lips and spreading over her needy-as-hell pussy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Bonnie
I never knew a feeling like this existed.
It hurt at first. Not pain-pain, but discomfort, and I wondered if I was going to have to tell him to stop. Now, after we’ve fallen into our flow, our bodies clashing for… I don’t know how long, but now, my entire body is tingling all over.
My nipples feel extra sore—in the best way—from where he was sucking them. My thighs ache with the release. Warmth swells in my belly as though hinting at where this will lead. Best of all is the feeling between my legs. The searing brightness, the pulsing deep within, at that spot he’s been driving against ever since we started.
I try to look at him as the orgasm flows through me, but it’s difficult to direct my gaze to do anything consciously. All I can do is rock with him as I ride this feeling, this wave of pure euphoria lifting me.