Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck that little attitude out of you whenever you need it. Spank this ass,” I accentuate my words with a sharp smack as she pushes back against the swollen tip of my cock.
I ease forward as her body stiffens, her cherry already making her wince, so I hold steady.
“Let me in, baby.”
“How? What else should I do…just do it. Fuck me. Please!”
I want to, I really do, but I’ll hurt her if I go full on in one stroke, and I care for her. I fucking love her, I know that already, so I ease the tip forward on a grunt and my sanity hangs by a thread, she feels so fucking good.
I grit my teeth. I imagined my whole life what this moment would feel like, but my imagination has nothing on the reality. It’s beyond amazing. Beyond reason.
Her tight pussy gushes around me, letting me another inch inside as she pushes back.
“More.”
“I’m trying, baby, believe me, I’m trying.”
She hisses as I stretch her opening, her cherry giving way as I take what’s mine now and forever.
“This is it. You belong to me,” I snap, pushing through her barrier in a hard thrust as my muscles lock down, and I slide halfway inside.
“So tight. So perfect.”
“So good,” she counters, as I feel her warm walls wrap around me.
“Ready for more then, you say?”
She nods on a moan.
“Good, because the worst is over, but it’s time for you to get fucked now.”
I speed up, long even strokes, then faster, faster until I see her hands gripping the rug and I break her in with every thrust.
I’m pumping my hips now, harder, faster, and I swear I’m fucking blind with how good she feels. Tight, yes, but fucking perfect. My balls are ready to unload already, but I grit my teeth and hold steady.
I rut into her like the dog I am, only for her.
She’s crying out, calling my name as I hold back my climax.
“It’s tingling.” She squirms under me as I slow for a second. “No, don’t stop. Please, I want you to come inside me. I want to feel it.”
“Don’t worry about that, my little horny pet. You’re going to be full of me. I’m going to empty my balls inside you, baby. Over and over.”
That’s all I need. I’m on a rampage to breed her now. I reach under her body, find her clit, and go to town. The thought of her walking around here with her belly full of me has me on fire.
“I’m coming,” she shrieks, but I already know because her pussy is jacking me off from the inside. Pulsing and squeezing, milking my load out of my balls.
White spots pepper my vision as I drive one last deep thrust right up against her womb and let it all go. She cinches up around me, and we go off into paradise together.
There will never be another day she’s not satisfied.
I’m going to take care of her until my dying breath. Body, mind, spirit, bank account, everything.
Whatever she needs, I’m going to give it to her.
Even when she doesn’t know what it is.
Chapter Seven
Sophia
This is starting to feel like my own personal Blue Lagoon movie.
Except the hulking man in this story could eat the curly blond man-boy from that movie as an amuse-bouche.
“I want to know about your restaurant. When did you open it? What’s on the menu?” Chance pulls the straw from my lips, lowering the glass of water he’s made me drink so I don’t pass out from dehydration.
Orgasms with him are an entire sensory experience and my body rewards the fireworks with a dousing shower every time.
Who knew? I’m a squirter.
He leans back on the other end of the hammock, keeping one foot on the sandy ground while the ocean waves loll onto the sand a few feet away.
God, he’s perfection. So much better in the daylight.
I consider his questions for a long moment, admiring how his abdominal muscles move under his inked skin as his core tightens in an effort to keep our weight centered on the woven fabric of the hammock.
“Are you sure you want to open that box?” I grin, running my toes up his chest from my place at the opposite end of the hammock. “Asking about my restaurant is like asking about my children. I’m going to take you from birth to college graduation with as much boring detail as you can handle.”
His Adam’s apple moves as he swallows, his dark hair dappled with the sunlight breaking through the palm leaves above. He runs his tongue along his top teeth, blinking slowly before he nods and says, “I want it all, princess. If it’s important to you, I want you to take me through it, so I feel like I was there. I hate that I wasn’t.”