Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
I look down as she whimpers, my finger drawing a line down the center of her arse. She’s immediately a statue. “You can do this, Ava.” Just talk her through it. Reassure her. She has to let me take this from her. I move my hand to between her thighs and gather some of her pleasure, smiling at how saturated she is. No prep required. I spread it far and wide, making sure she’s ready for me. But she’s still a little stiff. “Relax, we’ll take it slow.” I continue working her, mentally willing her to loosen up. Come on, baby. It’ll hurt if you don’t ease up. I circle my thumb around her opening, watching her closely. Her shoulders rise. “Ava, relax.”
“I’m fucking trying,” she retorts, her fists clenching. “Give me time, damn it.”
“Watch your mouth,” I say around a smile, knowing I’m asking the impossible. Her sass makes me chuckle as I return to her pussy, working her a little more. She’s not denying me.
“Don’t you need some lubricant or something?”
“You’re soaking, Ava. That’s enough.” I will slip right in there, and I can’t fucking wait. If her pussy is tight, her arse will be . . . I shudder at the thought of my impending pleasure. “You’re not very good under instruction, are you?” I go in for the kill, pushing my thumb past her tight ring of muscles. We’ve gone backward. Moments ago, she was compliant. Docile. Not anymore. But I’m prepared to accept a little feistiness if it means I get to give her this experience. She trusts me. “Relax, woman.”
“Oh God,” she wails. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“Yes, at first.” But not for long, she has to believe me on that. “You have to relax. Once I’m in, you’ll love it. Trust me.”
Her head becomes floppy, her breathing even more labored. I reach for her neck and massage some more as I continue to get her ready to take me. She softens, and I mentally praise her, moving my hands down to her arse cheeks and pulling them apart. My teeth sink into my lip, my body tingling with anticipation as I guide myself to her tight hole. The second my dick meets her, she’s tense again, resisting my invasion. “Easy, lady. Let it happen,” I say, softly circling the tip of my cock across her skin.
I try again, my attention split between the back of her head and her arse, and I grit my teeth, advancing, moving my hands to her shoulders. “That’s it, Ava,” I whisper encouragingly. “We’re nearly there.” I can barely get my words out, my body sweating profusely, my dick sliding deeper and deeper.
“Shit!” she yelps, and I convulse, blinking rapidly to try and clear my distorted vision.
“Oh God, you’re so tight.” I start to vibrate, feeling her resist me again, every muscle in her arse clenching around my dick. “Stop fighting, Ava. Relax.”
And she does. Every part of her softens, and she moans.
“Jesus, that feels good.” So fucking good. “I’m going to move now, okay?”
She nods, and I breathe in, reclaiming her hips. “Real slow, Ava,” I assure her, slipping free, my teeth clenching.
“Jesus, Jesse.”
“I know,” I pant. Fuck, do I know. I quickly find my pace, slipping in and out easily, watching her body roll with the unexpected pleasure she’s finding from this. She’s felt nothing yet. “You feel amazing, Ava. I could stay here all fucking night, but I’m losing it.” I’m losing it fast.
She pushes herself back onto me, and I gulp. “Keep going,” she orders.
“Yes, baby. Are you close?”
“Yes!” She smashes back onto me, and I bark out my surprise, finding her pussy and stroking her to help her along. “Harder!”
“Oh fuck, Ava.” I circle her clit, powering on, my pace increasing naturally.
She tosses her head back. “I’m there!”
Fuck! “Wait.” I piston on, urgency taking over, my world spinning wildly, and I finally bark my order for her to let go. My cock lunges inside her, my lungs shrink, my head spins, my world explodes.
Fuck . . . ing . . . hell.
She falls forward, and I have no choice but to fall with her, landing on her back, squishing her to the marble. I can’t get my breathing under control. Can’t get my thoughts to align. Can’t fathom what the bizarre throb is in my chest. Yet I’ve felt it before. And I never thought I’d be blessed enough to feel it again. The question is, though, am I blessed enough to have someone return these feelings?
Or is this heaven just a brief break from the hell I’m used to?
11
Never has a silence so loud been so comfortable. I’m dazed, confused, but high on hope.
I sigh, nuzzling into her hair. “Are you okay?”
“Am I allowed to speak?”
I smile as I squeeze her hip. Yes, she can speak, so long as she speaks from her heart and not her head, which I know is telling her I’m a bad idea. The obvious age gap won’t be helping either. Is it still an issue? I snort to myself. I’d wipe the floor with any twenty-something self-proclaimed stud. “Don’t be smart.”