Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Then her purrs became whines. I knew because I was paying very close attention to everything about her. I was so hyper-aware that I was sure I knew what the different sounds meant, but still, I let her call the plays.
“Please!” She moaned into the night.
“Please, what? Tell me.” It took a few seconds to realize that she didn’t know or just couldn’t say. Her movements became frantic, wild.
I leaned her into my chest and let one of my hands slip from her hip to cover the split between her ass cheeks, letting the fingers of that hand play with her slit from behind, through the softness of her wet panty crotch, while using the other hand to press her down harder on my rod that was spitting precum behind my zipper and looking to break the fuck out the gate.
Then I went back to her neck and bit down harder than before, and she bucked. I held still as she came hard and ended this time with a soft purr. I was in deep shit here, but I had already decided to let her take the lead this first time, and though I hadn’t said it to her, I still needed to stick to my guns. How else was I going to learn what she liked?
She tired herself out and slumped against my chest, and I eased up on her neck, only to find her lips with mine again. I gave her about two minutes to come down before going on the attack again, but this time, my fingers outside her panties weren’t enough, and she kept pleading with me for something.
“Please, please.”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want.” It wasn’t fair. I know it wasn’t, but as soon as I asked the question, I bit into her neck again because, of course, I realized that that was her weak spot. And just as I expected, she lost herself again.
Only this time, she wasn’t satisfied with my fingers, and before I knew it, she was struggling with the button of my cargo pants and whining at me until I helped her. “Okay, okay, let me.”
As soon as my cock was free, she grabbed it and moved her hand up and down my eleven-inch length, her hand gliding up and down with ease because of all the precum that leaked from the tip. Then she tried to mount me, but the arms of the lounge got in her way, so I had to help her again.
I pushed the crotch of her panties aside as she tried to get my dick inside her. She hissed as the first few inches went up inside her but then got frustrated because she couldn’t get any more to fit.
I helped her out with my hands on her hips, and between her pussy juice and my cock snot, she was able to get about seven inches in her before coming to a stop.
I let her fuck herself for the first few minutes while playing in her mouth with my tongue, and all the while, she made those purring noises that heated my blood and made my head feel like it would explode, both of them.
It was still her game. I moved from her neck to her lips, controlling her passion that way, easing off her neck when she got close and going back to her lips, then back again until she fought me. She caught on to what I was doing and pummeled my chest with her tiny fists, which made me laugh.
“Stop teasing me.” She sounded like she meant business, so I decided to give her what she really wanted. I gripped her panties and tore them from her body because the shits were rubbing against my cock, and I wanted to feel nothing but her flesh against mine.
Now I used both hands to pull her on and off my cock as she screeched and came, flouncing around like a rag doll on top of me while my cock held us pinned together.
She bounced and moaned, using my cock to get off while I watched her in the moonlight. “Beautiful!” Just fucking awe-struck. I knew it would be like this. Knew that if I ever got this close to her, she’d take me over, and I watched it happen in real-time.
Always before, my sexual encounters were purely physical; I think something inside me was on lockdown after the hell that was my parents' marriage, and I never wanted any entanglements of the romantic kind. It was a conscious choice on my part to keep my heart separated from my dick.
But I knew, had suspected, that things would be different with her. And I was right, so right, but even I didn’t expect this level of intensity. The feelings were all blending into one: lust, love, and desire. I wanted to consume her in every way possible, and no matter how deep I was in her, it wasn’t deep enough; it would never be enough.