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)
Carter keeps fucking me as if he couldn’t tire out, his hips moving so fast I can’t help but wonder how he can even move like this. God, he’s a politician, not a super athlete, and yet, he looks like one. And fucks better than one too.
His outstretched fingers caress the space between my cheeks, and suddenly, he moves his index finger, placing it right above my asshole. I gasp as he slides it in, my insides burning up at once. That’s all that it takes for me to come again, my twitching body ready to collapse; if he wasn’t holding me, I’d just fall down onto the floor, convulsing as if I were having a seizure. Well, I guess I’m having a seizure… One of pure unbridled ecstasy.
“God… This was… This was…” I can’t even speak. Even if I could, I don’t even know what I would say.
“God? There’s no God around these parts… Only me,” he whispers, carefully putting me down on the floor. I keep my arm around his neck and I pull him down; he goes on his knees and then I push him back. Somehow, I’m still capable of moving. I climb on top of him, straddling as I grab his cock and angle it toward my pussy. Rubbing it against my folds, I ease myself down on top of it, letting my body fall on his cock like a feather. How am I even still conscious? With this quantity of hormones raging through me, I’m actually surprised I haven’t passed out yet.
Swaying my hips over his body, I ride him as if this is the last time I’m ever going to be with a man. Because, hell, if neither Liam nor Carter ever fuck me again, I’m really going to be ruined for other men. And if that happens… Screw it; it was totally worth it. Even if this is an once-in-alifetime thing, I’m overjoyed that I have the chance. And I’m not letting it go to waste, that much I can promise you.
“Fuck,” I hiss, raw boiling pleasure exploding inside of me. I throw my head back and scream, the sound of it climbing up my throat and vanishing in the air. This is absolute perfection, and it still isn’t over. I don’t know how much longer I can take it, but I sure as hell am eager to find out. Know your limitations, right? That’s what they say; it’s a good thing I never care about what other people say.
I collapse on top of Carter’s body, breathing heavily as I try hard not to pass out. He strokes my hair tenderly, but that just for a fraction of a second, before I even know what’s happening, he pushes me down to the side. Feeling the carpeted floor under my skin, I whimper as I hear him sitting up; positioning himself behind me, he makes me roll to the side and lay on my stomach. His hands are on my waist and he pulls me into him; I jut my ass back up, going on all fours.
He dives into me and I let out a loud moan, his hands pushing my ass cheeks apart as he rests his mouth against my asshole, jabbing at it with his tongue and sliding it inside. I squirm under his wet touch, but it’s over before I can even breathe out; after that, he presses his thick glans around my hole, rubbing it in.
“Do it,” I moan, my voice so low the words are barely audible. “Do it,” I repeat, thrusting back at him. It’s going to hurt; with a cock like that, there’s no chance that it isn’t going to hurt, but I want to do it all the same. I want pain and pleasure, I want it all to blend into an intense cocktail and I want to be drunk on it. Yes, I’m an U.S. Senator, but I’m also a dirty girl. Sue me.
“Are you sure?” he teases me, the tone of his voice a mocking one. “Are you sure you can take it?”
“No, I’m not sure… But do it. Do it. Now!” I plead, and he doesn’t waste any time; he starts to push his cock against my ass, feeding inch by slow inch inside of me. When his cock is deep inside of my ass, he slides it back out; he repeats that coming and going motion, slowly but steadily, until my ass is stretched wide enough for him to pick up the pace. And that’s exactly what he does. His fingers still hooked on my hips, he starts to thrust, slapping my ass cheeks with the chiseled muscles of his thighs.
He fucks me relentlessly, my cries of pain not bothering him the slightest. To be honest, I don’t care about them either… And that’s because I’m not really crying in pain. Sure, I’d be lying if I said this doesn’t hurt. But, oh, it’s so worth it… So fucking worth it. If I could feel this kind of pain every day for the rest of my life, I’d die as the happiest woman who has ever lived.