Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Julian leans me against the wall and makes sure I’ll stay upright while he stands, and watches me while he undoes his belt. What I felt while we were dancing wasn’t a lie—he’s huge. It’s the thickest cock I’ve ever seen, and I highly, highly, doubt that’s going to fit inside me, and I say as much, which only makes him grin.
He turns me around so I’m facing the wall. The cement is cool against my breasts, contrasting with Julian’s heat against my back. “Don’t worry,” he says, voice at my ear. “I’ll go slow.”
I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper, and then his hand is between my legs, stroking me. I’ve barely recovered from him using his mouth on me and I moan as he pushes a finger inside. “You’re still so wet,” he says, bringing that same finger around to my mouth. “Taste yourself the way I tasted you.”
Opening my mouth, he pushes his finger inside, and I do taste myself, deep and sweet on his skin. It makes me even wetter, and when he starts to finger me again he chuckles. “I thought you might like that.” Julian presses his lips to the back of my neck, and adds another finger in my cunt. “I love how tight you are around my fingers,” he says, pushing deep. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”
I moan, leaning back against him. God, he feels so good, knows exactly what I need, what he needs to say to make me hotter, wetter. He adds a third finger, starting to really fuck me with his hand, and I claw against the wall, looking for something to hold onto. He’s pushing his fingers right into my G-spot, and I swear this is what people mean when they say they’re seeing stars. Every thrust of his hand is sending me reeling with pleasure, more pleasure than I thought possible because I’ve already come. In the past, I’ve been lucky to come once before the guy makes sure they get off. This is…something else entirely.
I’m close, so close, and I tell him that, my pleas for him not to stop echoing down the hallway. And just like before, right as I’m about to go over the edge, he stops. I groan in frustration and he laughs. “I want you to come, little dancer, but I want you to come on my cock, not my hand.”
His fingers slip out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and then I feel him. The fat head of his cock presses against my entrance, bigger than anything I’ve ever felt. Julian eases the head inside me, and already my breath goes short. I’ve never taken anything like this. He presses deeper, an inch at a time, slowly filling me up until I don’t think I can take anymore. But I do. My pussy contracts around him, and he growls in my ear.
I’ve never felt so full, so possessed. My whole body is tight and aroused, and trying to get used to the way he’s inside me, and just like he did when we were dancing he wraps himself around me. One hand squeezes my breasts, rolling them until my nipples are hard again. The other wanders down my stomach until he finds my clit, forcing more and more pleasure through me until I relax onto him, until my hips are moving, begging for more. Julian moves his hips, out and in, and it’s like the world moves. His cock drags against me, and I’m quivering with the feeling of it, friction spiraling to where his fingers are on my clit and back again.
He moves again, thrusting a little harder and we groan together. “You feel so good, baby.” His voice is rough, and I believe him.
My pussy spasms around him again and he pushes harder in response. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer. “You want me to do exactly what I said, and bury myself balls deep in your pussy. So deep that you’ll never forget it.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes. I want that.”
Julian presses me against the wall, and thrusts all the way into me, and I come instantly. A wall of white heat washing over my body and I cry out, unable to keep quiet in the wake of this feeling. He fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before, every thrust of his cock a brand new wave of pleasure, each one different and better than before. I’m utterly lost in the sensation. Nothing exists except for this, floating on a white sea of pleasure, cresting waves of orgasm after orgasm as Julian’s cock drives into my G-spot and deeper.
He pauses for just a second, turning me back around to face him before plunging in again, lifting my legs around his hips. This feels far more intimate, and somehow, impossibly, I feel even more full. He fucks me into the wall, and all I can do is hold onto him—his shoulders, his neck, his hair. I don’t stop coming, I can’t stop, and I can barely breathe because too much of me is taken over by this pleasure.