Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“You’re delicious,” he says, pulling back from my pussy and going up to his feet. He’s behind me, his cock once again resting between my ass cheeks. He leans into me, kissing my neck, and the scent of my own pussy crawls up my nostrils, making me lose whatever trace of sanity I still held in my mind.
Using my hands to push against the desk, I turn around as fast as I can, facing him. He seems surprised by it, his eyes widening, but it takes less than a heartbeat for a grin to grace his face.
“Feisty, uh?” There’s also surprise in his voice, but the pleasant kind of surprise. He wants me to lose control… He wants me to rebel against his orders and teasing. And, by God, that’s exactly what I do.
“Just fuck me already,” I say, pressing my mouth against his and tasting my own pussy in his lips. My fingers trembling with anticipation, I curl them around his cock and sit up on the desk, pulling him into me and parting my legs so that his body fits between them.
There’s no snappy comeback or command this time. He simply presses his glans over my folds and, with a simple thrust, slides it all the way in. I end our kiss, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips as his thickness stretches me wide. I’m still not sure how I can fit cocks like his inside of my pussy; they’re so thick that I feel his pulse against my insides, each slight spasm of his shaft sending shivers up my spine. If I keep seeing guys like Liam and Carter, my pussy is never going to be the same again.
The rhythm of his thrusts doesn’t build up. There’s no crescendo or growing tempo; it simply explodes into existence, fierce and wild. He pounds me mercilessly; a cascade of moans tumbling out of my lips and bouncing off the walls. My pussy is burning up, his meaty cock ramming into me and making electricity pool in my muscles. Lacing my legs behind his back, I reel him in, my fingers clawing at his back.
“Yes…” I moan, losing all control. “Oh, fuck, yes…” It was true; he’s as good as Liam, if not better. You can’t really compare stuff like this, but what do you want me to say? The two of them are just on a level of their own. I have to compare them.
He grabs my hair, yanking on it and forcing my head back; leaning in, he starts nibbling at it, biting harshly. The sharp pain of his teeth on my skin climbs all the way up to my brain, blending in with the pleasure his cock is inflicting on my pussy. It’s the perfect cocktail, one that makes me drunk in sex and lust.
“Oh, God! Fuck!” I shout, the electricity that pooled in my muscles is suddenly breaking free. It travels through my body, unleashing a violent orgasm. My muscles twitching, I succumb to ecstasy.
“Come for me, Vivian… Come hard,” he whispers into my ear, the sound of his voice amplifying the pleasure I’m feeling. God, even his voice is perfect. Deep and steady. Firm. He talks just like a man should talk. This is how I imagine the God Kings of old spoke, with a voice exactly like this. If Carter were more perfect than this he would have to be a dream, for sure…
A growl climbing up my throat, I take my legs off of his back and place my hands on his chest. I push him back and he stumbles, his cock popping out of my pussy. Before he has the time to do anything, I climb down from the desk and go up to my feet. I don’t know what happens, but something takes over me and I take one step forward, jumping up and into him. He reacts fast, grabbing me by the ass while I cross my legs on his back, my arms going over his shoulders; stumbling as he picks me up, he goes back until his back is against the wall.
I don’t even allow him a second’s rest; I ease myself down on his cock and start jumping up and down as fast as I can, impaling myself on his member. I press my forehead against his, staring at him with a wicked grin on my lips.
“You kept your end of the bargain,” I tell him between breaths, struggling to get the words out. “You do know how to handle a woman.”
“Did you ever doubt it?” he says, grinning back at me as he starts to thrust, the rhythm of his thrusts matching the one of my jumping motion.
“Not anymore,” I respond, my mouth on his again as we start to kiss, our tongues battling as we surrender to the frenzied movement of both our bodies.