Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I whimpered in happiness as his thumb found my clit, and he slid a single finger into my pussy. I felt my body clench around him, eager to hold his finger inside of me. Eager to cum from his touch.
Jacob smiled at me, then rose, standing just beside the bed. “Take my pants off,” he told me.
I reached forward, fumbling nervously with the belt and buttons. I pulled them to the floor and his cock pressed forward in his boxers, tenting them so far that I knew the rumors of his nine-inch cock were true.
“Now the boxers,” Jacob said, almost teasing, like he thought it was adorable he had to guide me.
I bit my lip and met his eyes for a moment, then grasped the elastic and tugged down. Jacob Everett’s cock sprang forward, eager and thick and long, as large as the rest of him, as touch-worthy as the rest of him. I trembled.
“You look a little scared of it,” he said, smiling, tilting his head to the side.
“I am,” I said, panting. How was it possible that I wanted to touch it, suck it, let it into my pussy, let it tease at my ass, even, and yet also run from it?
“Don’t worry,” Jacob said, and climbed onto the bed. I turned underneath him, positioning myself on my back. He took his cock in his hand— as large as his hands were, his cock made them look normal-sized. He leaned over me and positioned his cock at my entrance, then whispered. “I know how to use it. Promise.”
I nodded and allowed him to nudge my legs a little farther apart. I felt his fingers against my pussy lips, then the heat of his cock in the same place, then he was easily, slowly pushing himself into me.
I had heard the horror stories of virginity loss— I was from a small town after all. But this was anything but a horror. Jacob went slow, so slow, easing himself inside, watching my face as he did so, his lips twitching in pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing, thought it was impossible that he could have any more length to go, but then he’d push again and I was so blissfully, gloriously full of him that I let myself moan long, and loud, and shamelessly.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Jacob whispered, and kissed my neck. “Except let’s see if I can get something a little louder from you, hm?”
I didn’t entirely know what he meant until he began to thrust— no, to fuck me. Jacob Everett was fucking me, and I felt drunk with that knowledge. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his girth threatened the sides of my pussy, but I was so wet he slid in easily over, over, over again. My feet lifted from the mattress instinctively, to let his cock rub me just right. Jacob noticed and reached down, pulling one leg up to his back. I cried out in pleasure— the change of position let him even deeper into me.
I felt so hot, sweat breaking out on my chest and running down my neck. Jacob, however, barely even looked strained— he was watching me carefully, a slight smile on his face, like his ability to make me feel this way was every bit as pleasurable as being in my pussy.
“I think…I think I’m going to come,” I breathed, though this wasn’t like any orgasm I’d had before. I’d rubbed my clit plenty of times, but this was a deeper feeling, a rising, a smoldering from deep inside me.
Jacob suddenly thrust deep into me and stayed for a half second, then ground against my pussy.
I lost it. A cry, animal and wild and full of pleasure like I’d never known poured from my throat. My pussy tightened around Jacob’s cock, my fingers dug into his back, my hips bucked up against his groin. The orgasm came in heavy, crashing waves, and just as I thought it was over Jacob would shift slightly and it would regain speed, and I’d cry out again, again, again, heart racing, fists clenched, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could meet Jacob, so I could watch him watching me.
Finally, the feeling subsided. Jacob smiled and slowly withdrew his cock, letting it slap against my stomach, wet from my pussy.
“That was amazing,” I panted. I was sweaty, hair stuck to my face, pussy still quivering and tender.
“That was the first one,” Jacob said. Then he reached down and turned me over, easily pulling my body up so I was on my hands and knees. He rose up behind me, placed his hands on my ass, and eased me back toward him.
I whimpered as he entered me; he reached down for my shoulder and began to pump, pulling me to him over and over rather than pushing himself into me. When he let go of my shoulder, I continued to pumped back and forth, fucking myself on his cock, overwhelmed by how different yet how incredible it felt—