Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I need you so fucking badly,” I growl. “I need to own you, Angel. Your body. Your future. I know what I’m saying scares you. Maybe tomorrow, it’ll scare me too. But not tonight. Not now.”
“Not tonight,” she repeats, tugging on her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing her bouncing, plump tits. “Not now.”
I stand up and tear off my boxers. My dick springs up, precome dripping from my head.
She laughs. “Are you aiming at me?”
I chuckle. She’s a miracle, my angel. Not too long ago, I sat in my car, consumed with darkness. But she’s changed me.
She becomes serious, holding her arms out. “Don’t leave me naked and all alone.”
I climb onto the bed with her, pressing my body against hers, her nakedness making my driving force even harder. I kiss her neck, tasting her, consumed by her as I reach down and glide my throbbing dick up her thighs and to her entrance.
She freezes when I push my head against her core. Her virgin tightness holds onto me like she’s not sure if she’s going to let me in, her inexperience teasing like a message undelivered notification. Then she slides her hands down my back, claiming me, digging her nails in.
“Nico,” she gasps. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”
I glide into her, her folds caressing every inch of my burning steel. Inch after inch, I push inside of her, fusing with her more and more each moment. It’s like we’re becoming one. Like we’re in a love song. I don’t care what these thoughts will look like tomorrow.
I don’t care if I’m her uncle. I don’t care if there’s a chance this ends in flames.
She’s mine. Nobody can take that away from us.
Not now.
“You’re perfect,” I groan as her tits bounce up and down with the motion of my rock-hard dick.
She’s got her hands on my neck, her eyes wide open. She doesn’t want to miss a moment of this any more than I do. In sync with me, she arches her back and moves her mounds closer to me.
I thrust deeper, then slide out slowly, savoring every moment. She nods, encouraging me with this pace. Our love language was texting, but sex comes just as easily to us. She doesn’t have to say anything.
Again, I push deep, all the way into her perfectly wet pussy, my tip aching when I reach all the way to the hilt, as far as any man will ever get with my woman. My woman. I’m tired of running from it. If it feels this natural, if it always has, why fight it?
We slip and slide at this pace for minutes, maybe ten, maybe longer, maybe less. Time means nothing as her body opens for me. I feel her body relaxing, her moans getting sweeter.
She smiles, self-assured. She’s got no reason not to be. Her nakedness shows her curves in all their perfect glory. Her eyes aren’t so naïve anymore. “Is that… all you… got?”
I grin, growling at the same time. It’s a sign of who I am, the mix of the good and the bad, the enforcer and the savior.
“Don’t tempt me, Snapshot.”
“But that’s what I’m made for. To tempt you.”
I arch my back, drive my dick deep into her pussy. With a moan, she falls back onto the bed, bouncing before sitting up again. She nods at me as her hands roam over her luscious mounds. She knows how to make me even wild, knows how to drive my appetite past hunger straight to dependence.
Her hands highlight the size of her breasts, her touch sinking deeper into her fullness. I move quicker, harder, with more urgency, my dick making slick noises in her inexperienced slit as I fuck her hard. The mattress groans. Neither of us cares. We couldn’t give a single fuck.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps, struggling to push the words out.
She does the sexiest thing I can imagine. She grabs my shoulders and pushes me sideways. I fall onto my back, and then she climbs on top of me. She purses her lips. For a moment, it’s like she’ll let nervousness win. But then she presses her hand on the hard muscles of my chest and starts rocking her hips.
My balls swell, the release rushing up my thickness. My dick aches as she shifts back and forth, grinding her eager passage up and down my cock. I sink my hands into the plumpness of her ass, massaging, caressing, almost losing it.
When she finally gasps and collapses on me, her pulsing pussy telling me everything I need to know about whether she’s climaxing, it’s a relief. My balls feel like they can finally explode.
Hot seed rushes up my rod. She finds my lips as we reach our shared finish, not caring that she’s tasting her own release. The steamier, the closer, the more intimate, the better.