Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Tell me you are fucking ready,” he snarls.
My eyes move to his pants, to the way his manhood bulges against the fabric. It points like a spear ready to attack me, ready to dive out of his pants and slide instantly inside of me.
“You look so freaking big,” I moan.
“Is that a yes?” he rumbles as he walks to the edge of the bed and leans down, climbing like a prowling predator toward me.
“Yes,” I whimper when he falls on top of me.
He holds himself up with his hands as he claims my lips, pressing his chest against my body, trapping me against the bed in the best way possible.
I moan through the muffled closeness of our lips and move my hands up his solid arms, dragging my fingernails through his hair as our tongues clash together.
Holding himself up with one hand, he slides the other down my body and cups between my legs, pressing firmly with his fingertips.
I gasp and wriggle against him, biting his lip, too consumed with the heat at the end of his fingertips to continue the kiss.
He leans back, staring hard down at me, captivated by this moment.
“Get that pussy nice and wet with your cream,” he urges, rubbing faster, grinding my panties against my clit and my lips. “Soak those sexy panties. Can you do that for me, Lucy? Can you be a good fucking virgin and cream all over your panties?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my words jagged and hard to focus on.
I shift my hips against him, bucking up and down, grinding my sex against his irrepressible hand.
“That’s it. Show me how badly you want it. Get your wet young slit ready to take my cock for the first time. I’m going to open you up, Lucy. I’m going to fucking fill your hot tight hole. That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s what you fucking need.”
I try to cry out yes but I can’t form words right now, my voice turning into quavering moans as he rubs me even faster.
He keeps his eyes fixated on me, watching me squirm around on the bed, crying out and pulsing against him.
My pussy gets warm and then hot and hotter, driven by the way he attacks my sex with his hand. But also by the fact, I thought I might never see him again. I thought he might be dead.
But he’s here. He’s claiming me. And nothing could stop us now.
“Move those childbearing hips. Grind against my hand. You are fucking soaked through your panties.”
“I’m so wet.” I gasp, hardly aware of what I’m saying. All I can focus on is the friction against my clit, getting deeper and more consuming, touching every part of me. “You’re making me soaked—”
My cries turn strangled when the orgasm hammers into me, a hot tight ball in my stomach, gathering up all the sizzling energy in my body and then exploding outward. The euphoria cascades through me, hottest at my clit, Luca rubbing me faster and fiercer each moment.
I vibrate against him, steamy wetness seeping out of my tight hole.
He leans back to get a better look at me once the orgasm has passed, his lips twist into a smirk of fascination, pride, and everything I dreamed I could inspire in a man if I ever found the right one.
“I need to feel you,” he growls.
“Let’s do it, Luca,” I whimper.
I grab at his jacket, pulling it down over his arms.
His smirk twitches and he reaches for the front clasp on my bra, unhooking it with a quick snap of his fingers. I giggle as the fabric falls away and he gazes down at my breasts.
No matter how many times he sees me naked or shirtless, he never seems to grow tired. It’s like his hunger is ignited afresh every single time.
I toss his jacket away and grab at his shirt, and then he snarls and tears it loose, buttons popping and flying across the room.
I drag my fingernails down his naked back as we come together for another kiss, feeling the heat of his skin and the rock hard muscles that press through the surface of his body.
He reaches down and unclasps his belt and yanks his pants down. I feel his manhood spring free, massive and intimidating, his precome-slick length sliding along my belly.
As we continue to kiss – our lips and our teeth mashing passionately together – I reach down and grab my panties, wriggling as I try to slide out of them. I feel him smirk against our fused lips as he reaches down, tugging ruthlessly at them so they snap away.
I giggle and he smiles… he really smiles, just for a moment, a passing beautiful moment.
“You need to tell me if it’s too much,” he says, his voice deep and serious. “But once you start moaning and I feel your body tell me you can take more, I’m going to pound into you like you deserve.”