Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“I was enjoying the ride,” I groan, moving my hips slowly, the feeling lingering, “I was almost at the end of the ride.”
“I know.” He smirks. “But you just got on.” I rotate my hips, his cock twitching inside me as I bend to kiss him again. The kiss is slow and less frantic than it was a couple of minutes ago, which makes me want to ride him harder than I did before. I suck his upper lip into my mouth. “Baby,” he murmurs, “I want you to sit on my cock.”
“I am.” I slide my tongue into his mouth again as I move my hips, looking into his eyes as I move again.
“No, sit up,” he orders me. “Sit straight up on my cock.” I move my hands to his chest as I sit straight up on his cock, and I swear he fucking touches my fucking throat. “That’s what I’m talking about.” All I can do is feel the way his cock fills me more than it did before. “Tell me what you feel.”
“I feel full,” I admit to him. “I feel like I’m coming out of my skin.” His hands move from my knees to my hips, just with his fingertips, the touch so light if I wasn’t watching, I wouldn’t know, yet the touch soaring through me.
“Listen to your body,” he urges me, and I just stare at him. “What does your body want to do?”
“It wants to ride your cock,” I tell him.
“Put your hands on my knees,” he instructs me, and I reach behind my back, arching a bit as I do it, and the way his cock is curved inside me makes me shiver. “Your body wants to move, doesn’t it?” he asks, and I can’t answer. The only thing I can do is nod. I sit on his cock without moving, and I swear I’m about to come all over him. He sticks his thumb in his mouth before moving it to my clit. “Move up and down twice, slowly,” he urges. I do as he says, his thumb moving as slow as I’m moving on his cock. My eyes close in ecstasy because his cock rubs my G-spot at the same time. “What do you feel?”
“Heaven.” It’s the only word that comes to my mind. “I need more.”
“Then take more, baby,” he says. “Two more.” This time, his thumb moves side to side instead of in a circle. “You want more than two?” he asks, and I groan because all the words are fucking lost. “Now you can ride my cock.” He gives me the go-ahead. “Feel my cock rub your G-spot?” he asks me as his thumb rubs faster and faster. “Every single time you get a touch tighter,” he says. “If you think my cock feels like heaven”—I watch his face—“I wish you could feel what your pussy feels like.”
“Tell me,” I ask, hoping it’s just as good for him as it is for me.
“It feels like my cock is rubbing on satin.” His thumb never lets go. “Like it’s wet and tight and velvet smooth.” His hips move up to meet me when I thrust down. “Like your pussy was made for my cock, and my cock was made for your pussy.” I have to close my eyes, the power of his words, the way his cock rubs inside me, the way his finger manipulates me. My whole body tingles. “I can feel you’re close. Even your clit is getting hard, baby.” I swear I ride him harder than I thought I could. “Fuck, baby, get what you want.” I can’t even say the words because I feel like I’m coming apart. My pussy contracts, and my clit pulses, my body fucking trembling as this orgasm shoots through me. My body moves on its own, taking everything he has. “That’s my girl,” he praises as he helps match my thrusts to ride it out. When I’m at the end, he holds my hips down on his cock and groans out his own release inside me.
“That was…” I say, leaning forward on him. “That was…” His arms wrap around my waist. “That was”—I breathe in his scent, and my stomach contracts—“that was the last time.” I close my eyes as he moves under me before I hear the laughter roar out of him. “I’m not kidding.”
“Me either,” he says, turning me on my back and sliding his cock out of me. “That was the last time this hour.” He gets off the bed. “Don’t move, I’ll bring you a rag.”
I watch him walk with his perfect ass, perfect body, perfect fucking cock into the bathroom before I look up at the ceiling. I listen to the water running, trying not to think about how nice it is that he’s going to bring me a rag to clean myself with instead of lying in the bed and making me get up to clean myself. He walks back in with the white rag in his hand. I extend my hand to his, but he washes me off instead of giving me the rag.