Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Sex magic.
“Go on, sit down.”
I licked my lips as she sat on the coffee table and then scooted the whole thing back a foot away from me. Then she scooted it again, the table legs making a rumbling noise as they slid across the old wood floor. I growled a little, my eyes between her thighs.
“Take those panties off.”
She licked her finger and slid it down her body so it dipped into her panties.
“Are you sure? I don’t need to,” she teased. The woman was torturing me.
“Off,” I grunted, sounding like the caveman I was. “Take them off.”
“Okay.”
She closed her knees and slid the panties down her silky thighs. Then she leaned back and looked at me.
“Spread your legs.”
My voice was raspy.
“Take your cock out,” she said with a challenge in her voice. I grinned, more than happy to oblige her. I was aching for some pressure on my cock. I didn’t have any lube, so I spat in my hand and started stroking nice and slow.
“You’re already hard,” she breathed, her eyes wide.
“He’s always ready for you. Spread ’em.”
Slowly, so slowly, Cynthia’s thighs parted. My eyes were glued to her, between her thighs, staring hungrily as her petals slowly opened for me.
“Fuck, that pussy looks nice. Every inch of you is pretty. Every inch of you is mine.”
She wagged a finger at me.
“Not yet, it’s not.”
I cursed. I wanted her as my wife. Then it would be official.
“Show me. Show me what you wish I was doing.”
She started slow, teasing her outer lips and stopping to play with her clit a little. I was pretty sure I was drooling by the time her finger slipped inside.
“Play with those titties, too. Do it.”
I knew it would take longer to come if she didn’t touch her clit. And that was just fine by me. I was squeezing the base of my cock rhythmically, fighting back the urge to come too fast. I wanted this to last. I wanted to watch her pussy dance when she came.
At least twice.
“Fuck, that’s nice. Use two fingers. Hook them inside you.”
She did as I asked, using one hand to tug on her nipples as the other slowly fucked her pussy with two, and eventually three, fingers. Her hips started rocking and her head fell back. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I watched her slender fingers disappear between her soft pussy lips.
“Fuck this,” I growled and dove headfirst off the couch, landing right between her thighs. She let out a squeal, but I held her thighs wide as I pushed her fingers away, my tongue thrusting in and out of her sweetness like a pile driver. I moved up, focusing on her clit long enough to make her come.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, yes.”
I made her come again, unable to help myself and taking my time with her perfect little pussy. I’d missed it so much. I’d missed making her squeal and shake and sigh.
Then it was fuck time. My cock was already angling for her pussy before I’d made the conscious decision to ignore the doctor’s warning. But there was no way in hell some guy in a white coat would keep me from fucking my woman right now. No force on earth could. I notched my cock inside her and pressed forward, moaning as I was enveloped in her heat.
“Cynthia.”
She opened her mouth, to whimper or argue, I wasn’t sure, so I kissed her, taking everything I’d been deprived of for the last two weeks. It had been hell, pure hell to watch her, smell her, even touch her a little now and then. But I’d needed more.
I’d needed this.
I didn’t care if I opened my wound. I didn’t care if it hurt or slowed down my recovery. Hell, being inside her would even be worth getting shot again.
I wasn’t going to last long. I knew it. Thankfully, neither was she.
Cynthia started squealing like a banshee as I plowed into her again and again. I would’ve covered her mouth, but I was chuffing like a lion myself. Or a gorilla.
No. I sounded like a goddamn bear.
I roared as my seed rocketed out of my cock into her. She clamped down, her body knowing instinctively to pull me deeper to give us the best chance of insemination.
Won’t it be a kick in the pants if this is the time that does it?
There was something profoundly satisfying about pumping my seed into her. Primal. She was mine and my body knew it. The world went black for a minute. I wasn’t unconscious, exactly, just hovering on the brink of it. Basically, I was almost fainting. That’s how damn hard I was coming. But it was a good feeling. The best feeling in the world.
When I could think and see straight again, I stared down at the woman in my arms.