Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“I don’t care about your brother,” he said, sitting back.
I shifted and moved toward him, dropping to my knees on the floor before the couch. I leaned my hands on his thighs, my pussy dripping into my ruined panties, my lips parted, my body buzzing and pulsing from that orgasm.
“What do you care about then, Nervosa? Do you care about anything?”
“Right now, I care about you taking my cock into your mouth until I’m so hard I might burst.”
I laughed softly, embarrassed and aroused by how forward he was. I obeyed him, unbuttoned his jeans, tugged them off. He was rock hard, straining against his boxer briefs. I took him out and stroked him, marveling at his thick cock, at the veins along his length, at how thick his tip was.
I took him between my lips. I sucked softly at first, rolling my tongue. He groaned in pleasure as I moved faster, up and down. His hands teased my breasts then he leaned forward, fingers caressing my back. He slapped my ass and pushed his hips up, sliding his cock into my throat.
I moaned, sucked harder. He pulled my hair and slid himself deep again. I bucked back and gasped for air, staring at him. I’d never had a man touch me like that, with such confidence and dominance, and I never imagined I’d like it this much.
He growled as he pulled me to my feet and slid my panties off. He kissed me, his cock so hard it pressed against my stomach like an iron rod. I kissed him back, pulsing, dizzy with need.
He pressed me down onto the couch and spread my legs, his massive tip teasing at my slick entrance. I was afraid, but I couldn’t stop this and didn’t want to—not now, not when I was so close.
“I’ve never done this before,” I said before he slid himself inside.
He hesitated, his head tilted. “You’ve never had sex?”
“This is my first time.”
His eyes blazed and he kissed me. “Then I’ll be gentle.” He slid himself inside.
Pain and pleasure bloomed like wildfire. My body writhed, my hips moving, my fingers digging into his back. He went slowly at first, building himself up, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside, spreading me wide. I moaned into his ear, so lost in the moment that words fled my brain, my eyes squeezed shut. He filled me to the brim, deeper than I ever thought possible, and he kissed my skin, gently and lovingly, tender and perfect.
He moved faster, hips sliding back and forth. I squeezed his shoulders and he kissed my throat. I said his name and he said mine. We moved together, his cock buried between my legs, and soon the pain began to fade to a vague throb, and the pleasure heightened, strengthened, deepened.
It was like he reached into my core. My muscles tensed, my spine on fire. He nibbled my nipples and moved back, fucking me harder. I gasped, moaning, sweat on my skin. I didn’t know it was hot. I didn’t care.
I wanted him. I needed him.
It was mindless and savage. He fucked me, his eyes like beacons as they moved over my body, taking in my bouncing breasts. His lips pulled back in a beautiful snarl and I begged him to go faster. I could feel the orgasm blazing, growing hotter and hotter, on the edge of taking me into its abyss. I needed that darkness. I craved the release.
He held my wrists down and took me. His cock fucked me, his arms muscular and rippling with power, his beautiful lips locked in a visage of pure bliss. I screamed for him to fuck me, fuck me, harder, and we moved in unison, in one burst of energy and intense carnal joy, and I came like thunder. I moaned as I lost control, the orgasm seething along the edges of my skin, and he groaned with me, tumbling into me like a man lost to the world.
I felt him come then, deep between my legs. He filled me, filled me, and I shuddered with the utter thrill of him, unable to help myself, unwilling to stop.
His arms wrapped around my body. I felt exhausted and alive all at once. I could still feel his dull ache between my legs. I thought I’d feel like that for a long time after having a beast like him inside me.
He shifted as if to get up, but I grabbed his arm.
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” I whispered.
He fell back down, holding me close. “I won’t. Don’t worry. I’m where I want to be.”
I bit back my reply and smiled like an idiot. He was behind and couldn’t see, and I let myself have that moment of weakness.
This was a mistake. We both knew it. Neither of us said so out loud.