Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“What is it you want?” He growls, his hands pause, making me wait, the gleam in his eyes telling me he’s quite aware of the desperation he’s causing.
“I said, you.” I manage, but he shakes his head.
“More. What is it you want?”
I open my mouth, I want to say so many things – filthy things—but the words won’t come.
Mathias narrows his eyes, his hand darting out to grab my wrist, tugging my body on its side. His other hand flashes above me, and before I know what’s happening the stinging slap on my ass breaks the spell and what I want comes out of me in a gasp.
“I want you to fuck me.” I burst, seething as I watch the fire flicker behind his glimmering gray eyes. “I want your cock. Inside. Me.”
He releases my wrist, heat riding my skin in heavy waves as he drops his pants and my eyes widen as I take in the thing I’ve been craving from behind the fabric, and it’s no disappointment.
His cock stands on its own, I don’t know in inches, but it’s more than I imagine my body can take. But that doesn’t stop the longing that bursts inside me like fireworks. It’s not just the length, it’s nearly as thick as my wrist, with two bulging, deep purple veins that look like they are about to explode, snaking from the base to the tip.
“How—” The word hangs there alone, as my eyes search Mathias’ face, a lustful fear twisting inside of me.
I let my eyes fall again, seeing the drops of creamy liquid seeping from the engorged tip, which is itself as big as a small fist, and I swallow hard, closing my knees, unsure of the physical possibility of what we are about to do.
“All you need to say, is you want me.” He reaches down, fisting the girth and stroking it as I watch. He rubs the liquid from the tip around and around. “Leave the rest up to me.”
“But, you’ve never...”
“Do you trust me?” He grits out as I look closer, and see massive balls hanging down between his thighs. I think, for the first time, of what they hold; the warm, white drops are the tease, and I imagine how much more is contained and waiting to be released.
I nod, a whisper parting my lips. “I trust you.”
“Good. Trust this cock is going to give you what you want. What you need. It will be the only cock you will ever know. You belong to me now. All of you.”
8
Mathias
GOD, I WANT TO TELL her.
I want to say the words, but maybe she’s right.
This is crazy.
The thought makes my brain hurt, but my heart only beats faster.
With her flavor now seared into me like a brand, I know what I know, as insane as it is.
I love her.
Is that possible? That I love a girl I’ve known hours?
The way she’s looking at me, her cheeks flushed, her breathing unsteady...I know she’s innocent.
I know I’ve waited for this moment. How else do I explain it? I’ve never wanted a woman before.
I’ve appreciated them. This is different.
I can’t imagine not having her in my life. Around my cock. Making her my first and being hers.
My cock twitches at the thought. Even my dick knows this is love. I just need my brain to catch up.
I drink her in, knowing everywhere my eyes touch belongs to me now. Dropping my hand, I ease the ache in my cock.
She’s perfection, in every way. I could stand here and look at her forever if it weren’t for the pulsing need that is pushing me to the brink of insanity.
“You know, my cock has never hurt like this. It hurts because he wants to be inside that warm, wet cunt of yours. He wants that cherry. I want it all, all of you.”
The flash in her eyes tells me there is no stopping what’s about to happen. I look down to see wetness dripping out of her opening, making a juicy wet spot on the dark comforter.
“I want it too...” Her soft words spread like wildfire inside me.
“You want it, do you? Hard, deep...fucking you. Say that’s what you want, little sprite.”
She blinks a few times, licks her lips and I see the hesitation. I like pushing her, and when she finally speaks there’s lust and reservation in her words, but she gives me what I need.
“I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
“Good girl.” I give my shaft one last hard squeeze before I move over her, slipping my arms around her back and pulling our bodies together, kissing her fiercely.
I know from meeting her stepfather, there’s shit in her life, and I intend to fix it all.
She’s a flower with a steel stem, I knew it from the moment I saw her aiming a rifle at that bear...then at me. She’s powerful in her own way, and I will never take that from her. But I will do everything possible to make sure she doesn’t have to be frightened or unsure ever again.