Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He looked down at me, his chest shaking as he drew in a steadying breath.
His hand pressed into my shoulders, pushing me flat across the mattress, so he could work my button and zipper free, then sliding my jeans and panties down my legs until I was as bare as he was.
Anthony pressed my knees into my chest for a second, then pulled them apart, spreading me wide across the bed as his gaze moved over me again, that growling sound escaping him once more.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, his hand sliding from my breast down to my hip.
Then he was moving down to his knees, his tongue working up my cleft toward my clit, working it in slow, steady circles that started to make me climb once again.
My thighs shook as my hips started to rock restlessly against him.
My hand landed on the back of his head, sinking into his silky hair, holding him against me as he worked me relentlessly, determined to make good on his promise just a few moments ago.
My moans grew louder as I drew closer, my fingers crushing into his skull, my thighs clamping on the sides of his head, my back arching up off of the mattress.
Then just like that, I came. Hard. Crying out as the orgasm spread almost violently through my system, racking my body with aftershocks as I gulped for breath, as my heart seemed to punch against my ribcage.
Anthony worked me through it, dragging it out, before sliding away, tracing his tongue up the crease of my thigh, pressing kisses across my belly, teasing his tongue up the center of my chest, his hair falling forward to tease over my skin as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
It felt impossible after two all-consuming orgasms, but I felt my body start to grow needy again as he licked, sucked, and nipped at one nipple, then the other, before shifting between, trailing kisses between my breasts, over my collarbone, up the side of my neck, then nipping my earlobe.
Until I grew impatient, grabbing the sides of his face, and pulling his lips to mine.
I felt his smile against me for a moment before he gave in to the kiss, deepening it, his own desire taking over once again.
My hands slid from his face to his back, then, finally, his hips, pulling him down until his weight crushed into me, until his cock was pressed firmly against my cleft.
A shudder worked through my body as my legs wrapped around his hips, my heels digging into his ass, giving me the leverage to grind up into him, a loud groan escaping him, mingling with my moan.
Anthony balanced some of his weight onto his forearms as his lips bruised into mine, his hips grinding down into me as I writhed against him, desperate for the feel of him inside me, for the stretch, for the friction.
Mind on the same thing, Anthony shifted, making me roll up over him, so he could reach one arm over the side of the bed. He grabbed his bag, and pulled it up to rifle through it blindly, his gaze on me as I rose up over him, rocking against him, driving myself up.
He found the box he was looking for, tossing the bag back to the ground, and tearing into the condom box with one hand, drawing one out, and bringing it to his lips to nip the corner open.
I lifted up, leaning over him, my lips on his neck, as he reached between us to slide on the condom before reaching for my hips, shifting me back.
I sat back, looking down at him as he positioned me over him.
I started to lower down, feeling his thick head sink inside of me.
But then his hands were digging into my hips, yanking me downward, making me take him in one thick, long stroke, making me cry out in surprised pleasure, my thighs shaking, my breath feeling caught in my chest as he let out a groan.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.
Then he was knifing up, rolling me under him, crushing his weight into me as he started to thrust into me.
There was nothing soft, sweet, or explorative about this.
He was fucking me.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
And everything in me was crying for more.
My feet planted at the sides of his hips, using them to drive myself up against him with each thrust, taking him impossibly deep, grinding my cleft against his pelvis to engage my clit as he fucked me.
“That’s it,” he growled in my ear as my walls tightened around him, as my moans filled the empty room. “Squeeze my cock. Let me feel your pussy pulse around me,” he demanded. “Fuck, there,” he groaned as he pushed me right to the edge, then sent me hurtling over it, crying out as the orgasm coursed through me, leaving me clinging to him. As if I was afraid if I didn’t, I might just shatter apart with the intensity of the pleasure that spread through me.