Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
My eyes drift closed. My scalp tingles pleasurably, and I’m surrounded by a cloud of that incredible shampoo smell.
This feels really, really nice.
He must think so too, because once he’s finished working the shampoo through my hair, he pulls me back against him and hugs me around my waist from behind. He bends to kiss the side of my face, and I think I should feel differently with his face so close to mine, but… I feel cherished. Loved. I know that’s crazy, but I’ve never felt such warmth before. Such absolute adoration. He holds me and kisses me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched, and I feel ridiculous when tears well up in my eyes.
His deep voice rumbles through me. “Turn around.”
I do as he says, my throat clogged with emotion. I keep my eyes down so he can’t see it in my face. He notices everything, but with the hot shower, I don’t think he would be able to tell there’s moisture coming from my eyes, too.
“Come here.”
He pulls me against his chest, and I go willingly, wrapping my arms around his torso and hugging him. His strong body feels warm, comforting in a way that I need right now when my emotions are in tatters.
He holds me tight until I can breathe again, then he takes my face in his hand and tilts it so I have to look up at him.
His lips meet mine, and my heart flutters wildly in my chest. I grab his shoulder as he backs me up against the wall. I don’t think he means to ramp things up, but then he reaches down and takes my thigh in hand, lifting it so I can wrap my leg around his hip. I break the kiss to look up at him uncertainly, but when I see the hunger in his eyes, I know he intends to have me again.
I open my mouth, but anticipating my possible protest, he crushes his lips to mine again, silencing me. I cry out against his demanding mouth, but he ignores it, grabbing my ass like he owns it and easily lifting me off the ground.
Fear slices through me, and I grab onto him, terrified he’ll drop me. I know he’s strong, but my body is wet and slippery.
My fears are for naught, though. He has a firm grip on me that doesn’t shift until my back meets the shower wall. The wall feels cool, but my body is on fire. Silvan tears his lips from mine just long enough to look me over, then he grabs his cock and guides it to the opening between my spread legs.
“Silvan—”
He silences me with his mouth again, kissing me aggressively as he shoves his cock inside me.
I cry out as he pushes deeper. He kisses me harder like he wants to reassure me but doesn’t stop forcing his cock into my resisting body. I try not to tense up, but he was so rough with me before, my pussy is sore. He’s also not wearing a condom again, and my body stretches as he forces himself deeper until I’m so full of him, I feel like I can’t breathe.
He fits so tightly inside me, once he’s fully impaling me, he stops and just holds himself there, trying to let my body adjust to his size. For just a moment as I try to breathe through the pain, his kisses gentle. He’s still the conqueror acquiring land he is certain should belong to him, but he’s trying his best to reassure me despite his brutal invasion.
My pussy aches and throbs around his hard length, but after a moment, the pain becomes more of an intense discomfort.
It’s a wild feeling to be so full of his cock. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve touched myself before, of course, but my finger did not remotely prepare me for this.
“I need to move, baby.”
His voice sounds strained like I’m not the only one feeling discomfort right now.
I bite my lip, nodding and sliding my hands around his neck as he adjusts his hold on me. My pussy burns, but I don’t stop him as he pulls almost all the way out and then pushes his cock back inside me.
Silvan groans and kisses my neck, murmuring against it, “That’s it. Take it, baby. You’re doing so fucking good.”
I don’t know if I am or not. My body still rejects him, making it tight as fuck every time he pushes back into me. I can see the strain in the corded muscles along his neck each time he shoves in.
The intense discomfort is fading, though, my body giving a little to accommodate the intrusion. It’s still a foreign feeling to have his cock filling me like this, but as it gets easier to take him, the friction of him moving inside me makes breathing harder for a whole different reason.