Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
His hands sink into my hair and tightens as he lets go with a roar. I hold his cock between my lips and moan as I feel powerful surges of hot cum coating the inside of my mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan as I swallow him down, loving the manly virile taste.
He’s still rock hard when I pull him out of my mouth.
“Your pussy must be burning,” he says as he slides his hand down from my breast onto my sex.
I moan uncontrollably with his hand on me. I didn’t realize how achy with need my pussy was until he touched me.
He grabs his hard dick and holds it up. “Take those shorts off and sink that sweet pussy down on my dick. Leave the shirt on.”
I yank my shorts off as quickly as I can and then straddle this hulking man.
“Can you take your shirt off for me?” I ask in a shy voice.
He pulls it off with one smooth motion and tosses it onto the top of the dashboard. “Better?”
I nod as I run my eyes over his beautiful round shoulders, his massive chest, his hard abs, and his perfectly defined arms. “Much better.”
I reach down, grab his dick, and slide it back into me. My pussy aches as he stretches me out, but the aching feeling is incredible. I’m addicted to this cock. I’ve never felt anything so good.
“Yeah,” Dillon groans as he stares at my tits. “Slide that sweet pussy down on me, baby. Just like that.”
I sink all the way down and grind my clit on the thick base of his cock. My palms are flat on his chest as we both moan in ecstasy. Having him in me is like heaven. I don’t understand how it can feel so good.
His big strong hands grip my ass and he starts moving me up and down his length. I place my knees on the seat, grab a hold of his muscular shoulders, and grin. “Let me take over,” I whisper to him. “Let me ride your cock.”
His hands slide back up to my tits as I move my hips up and down, fucking him with a smooth rhythm.
I love the feeling of this mesh shirt on my skin. The way it rubs against my nipples as he massages my breasts is giving me tingles all over.
The car rocks and sways to the rhythm of my hips, but there’s no one around to notice. I start moving harder and faster. His hands are back on my ass, grabbing my cheeks and spreading them apart as I move my wet pussy up and down his throbbing dick.
I’m making a wet mess between us, but neither of us cares. It feels too good to focus on anything but the intense sensation of being connected like this.
Another orgasm comes raging up from the depths of my body. I cling to him as a mighty squeeze clamps down inside me and then releases.
“Dillon!” I scream as I burst with a tsunami of pleasure.
He’s clinging to me as he cums too, filling my pulsing pussy with his hot load.
Fuuuucccckkkk.
It’s so intense. I can’t believe my body was capable of such pleasure all this time. I’m forever thankful to Dillon for bringing it out of me. For making me discover this side of my body.
When it’s over, tears are streaming down my cheeks and whimpers are tumbling out of my throat.
My pussy is squeezing his shaft, trying to milk out every last drop of his seed.
Dillon drops his head back onto the headrest and looks at me with half-closed eyes. I can feel the love radiating off him. It surrounds my body and engulfs me like a warm blanket on a cold winter night.
I kiss him softly on the lips and then curl into his chest. He wraps his protective arms around me and holds me there as I listen to the soothing beating of his heart.
This is where I belong. This is where I always want to be.
“I love you,” he whispers and then kisses the top of my head.
I hold him tighter. “I love you too.”
I’ve heard that men are always the most honest right after an orgasm. I thought that was crazy when I heard it, but now, I’m really hoping it’s true.
I love this man with all of my heart and I want him to feel the same.
I want him to be as obsessed with me as I am with him.
But with the possessive way he’s holding me and the loving look in his eyes, I can tell that he does. I can tell that we’ll be just fine.
This is the start of something special.
The future is looking good.
CHAPTER NINE
Lara
Dillon is humming along to the Mumford & Sons song playing on the stereo as he leans over the open hood of his car. He’s studying the engine while I’m studying him.