Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
I press myself against her, my cock as hard as concrete and straining against my jeans, ready for release. She gives a soft gasp as I dig into her hip, a throaty sound that only makes me thicker. Getting her off on the ferry was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done and I’m surprised my dick has survived that case of blue balls.
But it won’t last much longer.
“Let’s go inside,” I whisper to her, taking her hand and leading her to the front door.
She fishes a key out from under the mat.
“Really?” I ask.
She waves the key at me and puts it in the lock, opening the door. “Anyone who wants to break in has to hitchhike out here. Believe me, all the riff raff is in town and they’re harmless for the most part.”
We step inside. The cabin smells like old cedar and memories, and from the look on Amanda’s face, they’re all hitting her at once.
She walks to the middle of the small room by the wood stove and sits down on the couch, staring at the board games that are at least as old as she is.
Aside from a small dining table, two couches facing a coffee table, the wood stove, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom there isn’t much to it. It’s just enough for one or two people. But I can tell it’s more than enough to Amanda.
I sit down on the couch next to her and let her take it in.
After a while I brush the hair back from her face and ask, “What do you want to do?”
At first I’m not sure if she’s heard me, she has such a faraway look in her eyes, lost in a memory somewhere. Then she looks at me, blinking back to reality. She takes me by the hand and leads me to the bedroom. “I want your cock inside me. Everywhere.”
I gulp, swallowing hard, more than ready.
I follow her, standing in the doorway before the twin bed covered with flannel sheets. She slowly strips in front of me until she’s this pale glowing goddess, beckoning me to join her.
Where she goes, I follow.
I strip quickly, feeling fire running through my veins, a sense of urgency unlike any before, and then I’m climbing on the bed after her, prowling like she’s the prey and I’m the hunter, or maybe it’s the other way around because I’m in her pull, her power, and there isn’t anything I can do about it.
She lies beneath me, her hair loose now and spilling around her like a red halo, looking so flawless and pure and soft against the thick flannel. My cock juts out between us, bobbing as I move above her body, and the need to drive myself so deep inside her is more dominant than ever.
It’s the need to claim.
To make her mine.
That primal, animalistic instinct to take and hold and possess. As alpha as it sounds, it’s real and raw and it’s an ache in my chest, clawing its way out of me.
It has been for a long time.
I lower my body onto hers, relishing the feel of her skin against mine, the heat we’re already creating. Her legs open wider, parting for me as she raises her hips, but I’m not ready for her now, not yet.
I kiss her, electric, fast, and she slows me down, turning the kiss into something like satin, soft, drawn-out, and deep. Heat slides through my veins, my pulse quickening with lust.
“Turn over,” I tell her, and she does. My words come out thick as I face this desperate, trembling kind of hunger.
With the smooth mounds of her arse facing me, I move down the bed and place my tongue on her cheek, making long, wide licks up and then down, back and forth, while I’m squeezing the other cheek. I switch places, paying attention to her signs, how much she wants, if she wants it.
Her hips are rising into me, her arse pressing into my mouth.
She wants more.
Even with my cock almost painfully rigid, everything swimming with this heady infatuation, I slide my finger down her arse cheek, parting them gently.
“Do you like that?” I whisper. Everything is wild and tense.
She makes a sound, tight and breathless, that sounds like “yes.”
I draw the finger back up, and she stills for a second before relaxing.
It’s the “no, I shouldn’t like this” and then the “but I do.”
I lower my head and gently blow on her.
She stiffens again, then presses herself back.
More.
I slide my tongue in slowly, my heart intent on climbing out of my chest.
Amanda sucks in her breath sharply; the exhale is a low groan I feel rumble through me.
I slide my hand around, finding her clit and lightly petting it until she’s moaning again, her hips circling for more.