Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
As soon as I felt her start to come down, her body softening just a little, I pulled away and sat back on my knees, still catching my breath. My hand shot out, searching the drawer beside my bed. I didn’t even look—I just reached blindly for what I needed while I shoved my sweats down with my other hand. They didn’t make it far, stopping just above my knees, but I didn’t care. My cock sprang free, stiff and aching, the cool air teasing against the wetness left on my lips.
My fingers brushed over the telltale foil square, and I snatched it, ripped it open in one fluid move, and rolled the condom down my length with a sharp breath.
That’s when Sayla’s hand slipped between us, fingers wrapping around my balls. She rolled them slowly and deliberately, and I almost forgot how to function.
“Shit,” I hissed, my whole body locking up as I stared down at her. Through the dim light coming in from the windows, she looked half-wrecked, and I just knew she’d be flushed and glowing. But the wicked glint I could just see in her eyes told me she wasn’t done. Not even close.
My brain threatened to flatline, but one thing was clear: she wanted more. And I was about to give it to her.
I knocked her hand away, gently but firmly, and dropped down onto one arm above her, caging her in with my body. My other hand moved between us, fingers wrapping around the base of my cock to guide myself into her—slowly, deliberately.
Sayla instantly wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in, trying to force more of me inside faster than I was ready to give. Her heels dug into my back, urging me and chasing that connection.
But I wasn’t letting her rush this. I held steady, resisting the instinct to give in, and gripped her chin gently but firmly between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. “Slowly,” I warned, voice low and rough. “I’m not risking hurting you.”
Her breath hitched at the authority in my tone, but I didn’t wait for a reply.
To make sure she understood, I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, then pressed back in with a slow, controlled thrust that had both of us groaning. Again and again. Each time I sank deeper, her body adjusted, welcomed me, and stretched around me with exquisite tightness.
The urgency in her legs shifted. Now, instead of pulling, she clung. Her nails scraped lightly down my back, anchoring herself to me, hips rising to meet mine in subtle movements. And those sounds—those soft, breathy moans and gasps—poured from her lips like she couldn’t help herself, testing every bit of my restraint.
But it was the way her body started to pulse around me—tightening, drawing me in even deeper—that broke whatever resolve I had left.
I gritted my teeth, pulled out until just the head remained, and then drove back in with a sharp, deep thrust, burying my entire length inside her.
She cried out, arching beneath me, and I growled low in my throat, the sound ripped straight from my chest. She felt like a tight, wet fist around me, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed, hips rolling instinctively. I swiveled against her, pressing the base of my length against her clit, grinding just enough to make her jolt and clench around me again.
She gasped, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted, completely undone beneath me.
And I wasn’t stopping now. Apparently, neither was she.
Sayla wrapped her legs tighter around my ribs, locking me to her like she never wanted to let go. The shift in angle was perfect—her pelvis tilted up, guiding my cock right where she needed it most with every thrust. Each time I sank into her, she gripped me like velvet heat, drawing me deeper, tighter.
Christ, she always felt so damn good.
Then she did it, the one thing that shattered the last scrap of control I was holding on to. Her hand slid between us, fingers brushing against where we were joined. She started rubbing tight, determined circles over her clit, the pressure just right, and I could feel the movement, feel the friction of her fingertips against me every time I drove into her.
I couldn’t see it—could barely make out more than the shadows of her face in the storm-dark room—but I felt it. And God, that was somehow even more intense. The thought of her touching herself while I was inside her, using my body to get herself off, nearly undid me on the spot.
I had just pulled back to the tip, muscles tensed, ready to thrust again, and then her fingers slid down my cock.
“Sayla!” I choked out, voice rough with shock and lust and everything else spiraling out of control.