Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He didn’t stop even when my body stopped shaking, but instead kept up his assault on my senses. He seemed to be enjoying what he was doing very much, coming back time and again to dip his tongue into my depths after teasing my clit.
When my body exploded one last time, when I felt like I couldn’t stand another moment’s pleasure, only then did he take his mouth away.
He got to his feet and climbed onto the bed, turning me to face him with his cock in line with my lips. I knew what he wanted but worried that I would do it wrong. What if I bit him? I looked up at him with uncertainty and even in the darkness he had no trouble reading what was written in my eyes.
“Open, it will be okay.” I opened my mouth and he led just its swollen head into my mouth. I got my first taste of him on the tip of my tongue. It was salty and sweet and I went back for more until all that mattered was getting the taste of him in my mouth. Just that quickly I became addicted.
What I lacked in expertise I made up for with my hunger. I licked his escaping pre-cum like I would my favorite flavor ice cream cone. When he didn’t object, I took more of him in my mouth and found that I loved the taste and feel of him. I suckled him until my lips no longer felt strained around his engorged flesh. My mouth was going to hurt come tomorrow but I didn’t care. I never wanted to stop taking him into my mouth.
He didn’t tell me what to do, and though I was sure I had much to learn I enjoyed what I was doing. He didn’t complain, didn’t even give me any instructions, just eased more of himself into my mouth.
I wanted to feel his hands on me but wasn’t brave enough to ask. Yet he somehow seemed to know. Maybe I was giving off needy vibes without knowing it because no sooner had I had the thought than I felt his fingers between my thighs.
The scream was held hostage by the overly large flesh in my mouth that was now making its way to my throat. My eyes watered, I lost my breath and then the choking started. He held still but did not retreat, instead waiting for me to get it under control before starting his stroking motions in and out of my mouth again.
There was drool running from the corners of my mouth and something else escaping from between my thighs. I hope he wasn’t as averse to bodily fluids as he was to noise during sex or this affair will be a nonstarter.
About those noises, I was able to control the ones from my lungs barely, but the ones emanating from between my thighs were another story. He added another finger to the mix and the slight discomfort was overshadowed only by the intense pleasure.
“This is to open you up before I breech you.” He moved his fingers in and out, turning them this way and that until it felt like he was screwing them in, or drilling them into me.
The deeper his fingers went the harder I sucked on his flesh until I had even more of him and could take him into my throat with very little discomfort. I felt a slight stinging pain when he fisted his hand in my hair, but that only spurred me on.
“Enough, release me.” I eased my head back and let his cock slip from my lips, already missing the pressure of the fingers he slid out of me at the same time. He helped me up to the middle of the bed and came down beside me. Taking his member in his hand he looked down at me. “This first time is going to hurt, you won’t make a sound. I will try to go easy, but no matter what I do you will feel pain. I’ve tested the strength of your maidenhead; it’s pretty strong. This might take a while.”
With that he slipped between my widely spread legs and I felt the heat of his cock as it played around at my entrance. This is it, there’s no turning back. I was surprised at the soft kiss he placed on my lips as he slid into me.
He kept our lips sealed together as he eased in then out over and over. There was a burning stretching feeling as his strokes widened me in preparation for his whole length.
He went slow at first, butting against the thin membrane time and again like a battering ram weakening a door to force it open.
“Hold on little one.” He reared back and slammed into me with such force the bed knocked against the wall.