Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“You keep looking at me like that and saying dirty things to me, baby, and I might come right on your pussy without even fucking you.” He placed his hand between her thighs, and a moan left her at the feel of the heat that came from his fingers, and the slight calluses from him doing manual labor. He was such a hard worker, and it showed in his body. “You’re so wet for me, Lena, so ready for my cock.” He started moving his finger up and down, right through her slick folds, rubbing her clit on every upstroke and gently pressing into her pussy hole on the downstrokes.
She gripped the blanket on either side of her and bit her lip hard. “I’m always this wet for you.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Yeah,” she said with a tight voice. For several seconds, all he did was move those fingers up and down her slit, faster and faster until she was moaning for more, begging for his cock. Then when she was about to curse at him to shove his dick inside her already, to stop tormenting her with the teasing, Rory removed his hand from her pussy and showed her the glistening digits. For a second, she tried to suck air into her lungs, and then he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked the cream off.
God, he was so dirty, so fucking filthy, and she loved every minute of it. When his fingers were licked clean, Rory then leaned down and kissed her, speared his tongue into her mouth, past her lips forcefully, and made her taste herself. Without breaking the kiss, he reached between them, placed the tip of his monstrous cock at her entrance, and for a second just stayed there, not moving, not breathing.
The night and shadows wrapped around them, and the sound of the music and water lapping at the shore filled her head. He looked down at her, the darkness shrouding part of his face, making his eyes seem so dark. While holding each other’s gazes, he started to push his big cock into her. A gasp left her at the feel of him. He was stretching her to the point of pain, but that discomfort soon spread and morphed into pleasure, ecstasy that moved through her entire body and consumed her.
Sweat beaded along his brow, slid down his temple, and she wanted to lean up and lick it off. He made these low grunts as he started pushing into her and retreating. Over and over he did this, his face a mask of strain and concentration, and his eyes trained right on her. When he placed a hand on her hip, keeping her stationary for his penetration, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, just absorbing it all.
Her pussy squeezed at his cock, like the damn thing had a mind of its own.
He groaned, slamming his hands on the truck beside her head. The sound of his flesh hitting the metal, even though the blanket blocked it, filled her head and vibrated her body. “Don’t do that, baby, or I’ll come before I get you off.”
She reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him forward for a kiss. He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust, buried himself fully inside her again. His balls slapped her ass, the root of his cock rubbed her clit, and she clenched painfully, pleasurably, around his cock.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his firm, muscular ass, she urged him to move within her.
“Fuck—”
“Me…” she panted. “Fuck me.”
His chest rose and fell, and she slipped her hands under his T-shirt, ran her nails over his hardness, and gasped when he jerked his hips forward. His chest was smooth, hairless, and she ran her fingers over the ridges of his six-pack. He closed his eyes and started moving in and out of her faster now, a little harder. When he opened his eyes, he stared at her for several long seconds but continued to thrust deep inside her.
The stretch and burn of having him in her, his large cock stretching her every time he penetrated her, had her head dizzy and stars moving through her vision. Sweat started to line her temples as she held off, straining not to reach her orgasm. She wanted it, but she wanted this to be prolonged.
Lena reached down and started rubbing her clit back and forth, not needing the extra stimulation, but she did this as much for a little extra pleasure as she was for Rory having some visual excitement.
“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” he said in a harsh voice.
His breathing was guttural, and she felt it cover her face and neck, the humidity from it making her hotter. The discomfort and pain of him being inside her waned, and the pleasure became dominant.