Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I know.” I pushed into him with three fingers.
He cried out but didn’t tense up. He opened for me, and I worked him, pressing against his prostate, making him whimper and beg. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Want you.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
30
Julian
I gasped as Lance’s fingers slid from my body. He took hold of my hands and brought them over my head as he stretched out over me.
I stared up at him in awe. He’d told me I’d beg for his cock, and I had. I didn’t care anymore if it hurt or if I thought I’d be torn in two. I wanted him buried as deep in me as he could get. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hold him there. “Kiss me.”
“Always.” He brought his mouth down to mine, and I arched under him, bringing our torsos together.
When he pulled back from the kiss, I tried to remember how to breathe. I reached up and touched his face, needing to confirm he was real, that all of it was real.
“I’m going to make this so good for you.”
I nodded. “I trust you.”
He sat back and positioned himself at my entrance. “Breathe and relax.”
I exhaled as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. I needed this. I’d been crazy to think I wouldn’t like it. I was desperate to be his, to give him everything. “More. Please.”
“You’ll get more. I’m setting the pace, but know that I’m going to take you, use you, mark you as mine.”
That sounded so amazing. I’d fought to be independent for so long, but now I was wild to submit to this man, to give him whatever he wanted. It felt so damn good.
He pushed in farther, and I tensed.
“You can take this.”
I breathed slowly, in and out. My ass burned, and the stretch felt impossible, but somehow the pain was exactly what I needed. I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him deeper into me.
“Don’t hold back. Please. I need this. Need you.” I felt frantic. I didn’t want him to stop. I was sure I would die if he did. I’d been hanging on the edge for way too long.
“I’m not going to stop. I’m never going to stop.” He pulled out and then drove back in much harder than before, going deeper this time.
“Fuck. That hurts, but it’s so good.”
“Open up for me.”
I strained to draw in air. “I… I am.”
“Not enough, not yet.”
The slow slide of his cock as he pulled out had me groaning. I missed the fullness immediately. “Please.”
He smiled down at me. “I’ll take care of you. I know what you need.”
He pushed back in, keeping his pace slow but relentless. His cock seemed to go deeper each time, and I didn’t think there was any way he could fill me up more, no way my body could possibly take him, no way he could really be that big.
“Do you like having all of me inside you?”
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. How could I speak?
I squirmed wanting him to move, wanting him out of me before I literally split in two, and yet never wanting him to stop.
“You’re so beautiful like this. Open for me, surrendering, letting me have you. Do you understand what it means to be mine?”
I shook my head because I didn’t. I was afraid he wanted to possess me in a way that was beyond comprehension. I didn’t want to totally lose myself. It was too scary.
“It’s okay, baby.” He stroked my hair. “It gets better.”
“It’s good now. Just. So much. So big.”
He smiled. “It’s what you need. I’m what you need.”
I nodded as his gaze held mine. I knew deep in my soul it was true. I didn’t understand it. It scared the hell out of me, but I was drawn to him in a way I’d never been with anyone.
He pulled out slightly, and I gasped when he pushed my thighs up again so they were doubled on my chest. He stared down at the place where our bodies joined.
“God, that’s so hot, watching you stretch for me, watching you take me. He pulled out a little more and pushed in again. The feel of it, the drag against my body, was incredible.
He kept teasing me with slow, tiny strokes until I was squirming under him. I couldn’t keep myself still. I tried to reach for him, but he grabbed my wrists and held them against the mattress.
“Tell me what you want.”
“More,” I demanded.
“More of this?” He pressed into me so slowly it was killing me.
“No.” I struggled against his hold, working my hips as much as I could.
“Then tell me.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me for real.”
“This is very real.” He gave me another agonizingly slow stroke. My cock ached. I couldn’t take it anymore.