Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Fucking burned. Big-time pressure. Way more than his slippery fingers. Jesus. I’d had his cock in my mouth plenty. Had he secretly replaced it with a steel pole? Demanding oxygen, my body gulped in air, shallow sips like my lungs were afraid of accidentally inhaling that monster trying to—
“Oh.” Something happened, some muscle in my ass giving way or my poor oxygen-starved body exhaling all those held breaths at once, something that made the pressure change from burny-bad to burny-good. Still stretching, but my body seemed to slowly be backing off the nope-not-gonna-happen ledge to a place where I was at least curious about what might happen if we kept going.
“More,” I demanded. “I can take it.”
“I know you can.” He gave a tight laugh. “Maybe I’m going slow for me.”
Heck. Maybe he was less into this than I’d hoped. “Did I rush you—
“Not emotional slowness.” His chuckle had a grit to it. “Trying not to come from how amazing your ass feels.”
Oh, that I liked. A lot. “Tell me.”
“Hot. Tight. Needy. Like you’re trying to pull me in. Watching you stretch…fuck.” He paused to shudder. Yeah, he was plenty into this. “Talk about pushups. I’m counting off reps in my brain to keep steady.”
“Bicep curls.”
“Uh?”
“I was counting bicep curls to try not to come when you were rimming me.” That got him laughing, and me too, and funny enough, relaxed my ass further, letting him slide deeper with less resistance, closer to the pressure on my spot that had me seeing stars earlier.
“Love knowing that.” He shuddered again, a tremble I felt from my ass down my spine to my neck and jaw. Connected. That’s what I felt, what I’d craved without even knowing it. He thrust, finding an easy rhythm that had us breathing in sync, harsh pants and little groans. “Let’s get you back to that gonna-come place.”
The fucking was so damn good, bursts of adrenaline with each thrust, like running up a hill, but it was more a marathon, not a sprint to the finish. Felt like I could do this forever, stay with him like this for days. Then, he grabbed my hips, tilting me upward as he thrust down, and just like that, my eyes slammed shut from how good it felt, shooting stars back.
“Oh fuck. That’s it.” I wiggled back into him, trying to get more of that pressure.
“Magic angle?”
“Hell yes.” My impatience returned with a vengeance, making me all bossy, meeting each of his thrusts. “Give me more, right like that, pushing on my…”
And then I lost all power of speech as he slammed forward, hardest thrust yet, stretching my rim as he pressed hard into my spot. All I could do was moan, which earned a deep chuckle from Malik.
“Think I love fucking you speechless.”
“Ha.” I tried to laugh with him but failed miserably as he thrust faster and harder. “Oh. Fuck. Okay. You. Stealing. Words.”
“Getting there on senseless.” Breathless, he still managed to sound proud, which would have been cute had I been able to get a coherent thought together.
The pressure built, and I wanted, needed… What, I wasn’t entirely sure, only that my dick was pulsing in time with his thrusts. I’d gone down a little from the initial penetration, but my cock was back fully hard and as demanding as the rest of me. Hell, even my left hand might work, but I couldn’t shift my weight enough.
“Can’t reach my…” I didn’t have to finish the thought because he was already on it, tilting me more, so he could wrap an arm around me and grab my cock.
“I’ve got you, baby.” And this new angle was even better, especially the way it draped his weight over me, warm body covering my ass, hand on my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Fuck. Too…good.”
The tension in his voice was almost as good as his tight grip. His breath was starting to falter, the gonna-come sounds I knew so well now.
“Come on,” I urged, wanting his orgasm even more than mine. Hell, merely picturing him coming inside me had me pushing up to meet his thrusts more forcefully. “Want to feel you…just thinking about it…”
“Well, I’m thinking about you, baby. How good it’s going to feel when you go over, how hard you’ll clench me, if you’ll get hotter and tighter…”
“Yes. Yes. Malik.” All I could do was chant, hang on, no more counting or thinking, only feeling, existing in this moment.
“Fuck. You’re…”
“Something else.” I finished his thought for him, eyes still tightly shut, every muscle tense, a link between my ass and dick that had me seeing a whole freaking light show.
“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful. And mine. You’re all mine, just like this, taking my dick so good—”
“Ungh. Coming.” Apparently, all I needed was his voice, possessive and deep, praising me, claiming me, owning me with his cock and body. I’d held it off so long that when the wave hit, it was like a tsunami, a wall of pleasure so intense that the first spurt fucking hurt. And each one after that, wringing me dry but filling me up. And still, I needed. “More. Come on. You too.”