Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I let him do things his way and just enjoy the ride.
He devours me, then, once he’s had his fill, he does what he could have done at any time to give me relief.
I cry out sharply when his tongue hits my clit. That’s almost all it takes, I want him so fucking bad. Before I can explode, he sucks on my clit, sending an almost violent shudder of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Oh my god,” I cry, feeling a little lightheaded. “Milo!”
My thighs tremor and I try to hold on but I can’t. I cry out, an electric shock of tingly pleasure bursting open inside me as I ride his face, thrusting against his skilled tongue and crying out again and again as the sensations rock me.
The orgasm lasts longer than I expect it to. My whole body is weak in the aftermath. I can’t move. I can’t breathe properly.
“Oh my god,” I cry softly as he climbs behind me on the bed and wrenches my thighs apart.
That orgasm hit so hard my head aches a little. I’m practically seeing stars, and then I feel the swollen head of his cock lined up at my entrance. Even though it feels impossible to take more stimulation right now, I desperately want him inside me.
If only my legs would change from their liquid form back into muscles.
Mercifully, he doesn’t wait for me to recover. He lifts my ass back up, then pushes the tip of his cock into my drenched pussy.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He eases in just an inch or so. Even though I’m almost embarrassingly wet, his cock is thick and it’s a tight fit. It feels foreign, but not painful. Not for me, at least. From the way his fingers dig into my hips and his groan as he pushes into me, I’m wondering if it’s uncomfortable for him.
“Am I too tight?” I ask, concerned.
“Christ, Kennedy. Don’t say things like that.”
He pushes deeper, stretching me, and that’s when the discomfort starts. I try not to tense up, breathing through it as he shoves his cock deeper into my tight passage.
“Fucking Christ,” he growls, holding my hips and forcing himself deeper inside me. “You are so fucking tight. Fuck.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Fuck, yes. It feels like heaven.”
That makes me happy.
“Jesus Christ. No wonder he started being such an asshole.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I’m vaguely worried about what he said, but more than that, I’m finally full of him.
When he eases back, I feel a twinge of resistance. I want to tempt him to stay inside me forever, so when he thrusts forward, I rock back, taking him even deeper than he was before.
Fuck.
I welcome the discomfort, though. It’s a tight fit, but Milo is inside me. A little smile tugs at the corners of my mouth just before he shoves all the way in and causes me to wince.
He’s big. I was well-prepared, but the pressure of having him all the way inside me is still intense.
“You okay?” His voice is strained with the effort of keeping still.
I nod, wanting him to do what feels good for him. “I’m good. You don’t have to stop.”
He laughs a little. “Trust me, baby, I’m not fucking stopping. You’re just so tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I rock my hips, forcing the friction I know he must want. I want it, too. I don’t care if it’s not comfortable.
His hand slides over my ass affectionately. “I see I’m going to have to teach my pretty girl some patience.”
My insides warm at being called his pretty girl, but my skin is hot and my pussy is desperate for the friction he’s denying me as he remains still inside me.
It’s harder than usual not to fight him because even now, there’s some part of me that’s so afraid to lose him. Even with him impaling me with his cock, as deep inside me as humanly possible.
I need him closer.
I need to know he’s not going anywhere.
But I have to let him control the pace.
There’s a word that’s bubbled up inside me a couple of times tonight but I haven’t uttered it because we haven’t used it before and I don’t know if he’ll like it. It feels natural, though, so I decide to try it out.
Resting my forehead against the mattress and forcing my hips to remain still even though I want to rock against his cock so fucking bad, I say, “Yes, sir.”
His fingers bite into my thighs. For a fleeting moment, I feel a flash of fear that maybe he didn’t like it, but then he rumbles, “Oh, you are a good girl,” and reaches around to toy with my clit.
I gasp at the sensation of being so full of his cock and letting him play with me. I try not to move since that’s what he wants, and I want him to keep rewarding me.