Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
I only pick up the pace when I’m fucking her back entrance with three fingers. Mimicking the pumping of my cock, I sink deeper and go harder to get her ready. When she arches her back and makes a sound that tells me she’s close to coming, I give it to her, holding nothing back. She orgasms with a cry, her inner muscles clenching hard on my cock and fingers.
While she’s supple inside and high on the euphoria of release, I pull out and align my cock with the pretty hole between her ass cheeks. I go painstakingly slow, applying steady pressure on the tight ring of muscle until it starts to give. She stretches perfectly, letting me in with little difficulty. Before she’s come down from her climax, the head of my cock is buried inside her ass.
“How are you doing, kiska?” I ask roughly, rubbing my palms over her globes. It takes everything I have to exercise restraint, but I’d sooner die than hurt her.
She watches me from over her shoulder, her big brown eyes hazy with endorphins and her pupils already dilating with fresh need. “Good.”
Dragging in a deep breath, I sink an inch deeper. Her ass grips me like a fist. She’s velvet soft inside, the slick heat of her body milking me so hard I have to clench my teeth so as not to ejaculate before I’m fully sheathed. The alluring sight of her forbidden entrance swallowing my cock doesn’t help. It’s one of the most erotic images I’ve ever seen.
The preparations have paid off. She’s taking me exceptionally well. Resting her cheek on her arm, she lies quietly and, like a good girl, lets me do the work. My skin is slick with perspiration from the strain of holding back when she closes her eyes and blows out a contented little sigh. Good. I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. I want her first time to be perfect. I want her to enjoy this as much as I do.
With every inch I drive deeper, my balls draw tighter. The pleasure is excruciating. The need to pump is all-consuming. I brush a hand over the delicate line of her spine and caress her back as I take my time to own this part of her. When I’m three-quarters in, it gets impossibly tight. I slip a hand between her legs and work her clit the way she likes. She softens with a whimper, and I slide all the way in.
Fuck. My groin is flush against her ass. So hot. So pretty. I wish I could film this to show my kitten how beautiful she looks. If privacy weren’t as important to me, I would. As for me, the picture is burned into my memory. I’ll have wet dreams about this for the rest of my life.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I keep her still as I pull out an inch and sink back slowly.
The action makes her gasp. This is where it gets intense.
I bend down to plant a kiss on her back. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she says in a shaky voice.
“Open your eyes for me, kiska. I want to look at you.”
She obliges, lifting her eyelashes and giving me a glimpse of those soft brown pools with the honey-gold flecks.
I pull out two inches before pushing back in. Her breathing picks up and her moans turn louder. I could drown in the noises she makes. The sexy sounds spike my arousal, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to move faster. I advance with herculean patience, taking care not to tear or hurt her. I’m well aware of my size and her small body.
A few more gentle pumps of my hips, and I’m taking her ass with long, slow strokes. She’s panting now, her need evident in the crescendo of her moans. I could make her come quicker by playing with her pussy, send her tumbling over the edge by finger-spanking her clit, but for her first time, I want her to come from anal stimulation alone.
When I’m certain she’s ready to take everything, I pivot my hips faster, taking her harder. She bites her lip and swallows her moans as she watches me obediently. Her eyes are like mirrors. A flinch tells me to slow down. A bat of her eyelashes tells me to move faster. The widening of those hazel pools tells me she’s close.
So am I.
I go for the last sprint, keeping her in place with my hands on her hips as I increase the pace. My rhythm is grueling but controlled. I read her face as I slam my groin against her ass. Her expression is one of pleasure, not of pain. Intense pleasure. There are a million-and-one nerve endings in that part of her body, and I know just how to move to trigger them all.