Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Devan shifts and pulls a small bottle out of his pocket. I frown at it in the dim light. “What is that?”
“Lube. It’ll help.” He guides me up a bit so he can rearrange his cock to a better angle.
I stare as he spreads lube over himself in economical movements. “You brought lube with you.”
“A last minute purchase.”
Ah. That makes more sense. Hauling condoms around makes more sense than hauling lube around, but then again, if someone is Devan’s size, maybe that’s something they need to have on hand. The thought might make me laugh if I wasn’t staring so hard at his cock. I swear he’s gotten bigger since I had him in my mouth.
He wraps one giant hand around my hip and uses the other to guide his cock to my entrance. “Go slow. You control the pace.”
I sink down slowly, stopping when just the head of him is inside me. Part of me wants to rush this, but we’re playing a game. “You’re too big.”
“Getting cold feet, birthday girl?” His grip tightens on my hip and he pulls me another inch down his length. I whimper. Devan works me another inch down his cock. God, he’s huge. The fit is uncomfortable, and if I didn’t like a little pain with my pleasure, it might be too much. “I should stop,” he growls. Another inch. “Tell me to stop.”
“Stop,” I say immediately. It comes out more like a question.
Devan meets my gaze in the mirror. I can clearly read his expression. Stop doesn’t mean stop. Red means stop. I give a little nod and he yanks me another inch down his cock. “I can’t stop. You feel too good. You can take a little more, can’t you?”
“Yes,” I sob out.
He keeps working me down his length, one slow inch at a time. His words get rougher with each second that ticks past. “Flaunting this hot little body in front of the entire bar. Practically inviting someone to stick their cock in you. To fuck right there in front of everyone. Would you like that?” He grabs my other hip and slams me the rest of the way down, sheathing himself entirely.
I cry out and writhe, though I can’t tell if I’m trying to get closer to trying to get away. He’s so impossibly deep. It’s like his cock is possessing me, marking me as his in way I don’t know how to deal with. “No. Just you.”
“That’s right. Just me.” His grip eases a little bit and he skates his hands up my sides to cup my breasts. “It doesn’t matter what other cocks you ride, birthday girl. No one is going to fuck you as deep as me. This pussy is mine now. It always will be.” He tugs the straps of my swimsuit, loosening them enough to pull my top off, and then repeating the process with my bottoms.
I stare at our reflections. I look exactly like the little slut I feel. Naked against his clothed body. Heat lances me and I relax into it. The fit of him inside me eases a little, edging into pure pleasure. I shiver. “It feels good.”
“It’s going to feel better.” He lifts a hand to press two fingers to my lips. I suck him deep, and his cock pulses inside me. Devan takes his wet fingers and lightly strokes my clit.
He’s right. It does feel better.
With every little circle he traces, I lose another layer of coherency. I forget we’re playing a game. I forget that this is temporary. I forget everything but reaching the pinnacle. “More.” I lean back against his shoulder and focus on riding his cock as much as he’ll allow. He keeps me pinned down, keeps himself sheathed to the hilt as he pushes me closer and closer to orgasm. “More,” I cry.
“Greedy girl.” He releases my hip. “You want more? Take it.”
I immediately lean forward and brace myself on his thick thighs. I can’t lift myself entirely off his cock, and I have the borderline hysterical thought that he could keep me pinned like this indefinitely. My feet barely touch the ground. All he’d have to do is spread his thighs a little more and I’d be completely at his mercy until his body gives out.
Even the little friction I manage on my own, lifting myself a few inches off him and slamming back down, nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Oh god.”
“Not god, Hazel. Me.” He keeps up those devastating strokes to my clit, easily matching my pace. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“Devan,” I moan. “Yours. It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” His voice goes rougher yet. “That’s fucking right. Now come all over my cock like the little slut you are.”
I keep fucking him as much as I’m able, and he keeps at my clit. I look at myself in the mirror. From this angle, I can’t see where we’re joined properly, and I suddenly want to. I want to see his massive girth disappear into my pussy. I want to watch my body take him, inch by unending inch. I drag in a breath. “I want you to fuck me again, Devan.”