Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
With my fingers clutching Max’s head, I throw my head back and ride the wave. As I ride it, my body ripples and clenches fiercely, while Max keeps his fingers lodged inside me and groans along with me at whatever rippling sensation has overtaken his fingers. It’s like my orgasm is giving him physical pleasure, too. So fucking hot.
When the rollercoaster subsides, Max rises to full standing. He looks beastly now. Like a starving lion. He licks his lips, lapping up some of the glistening evidence of my arousal on them. His chest heaving, he loosens his tie forcefully, like the damned thing has offended him. When he throws it to the ground, I lurch forward and unbutton his shirt as he hurriedly pulls off his jacket. We’re both ravenous now. Intoxicated by our mutual desire.
Max pulls off his pants while I get my shirt and bra off, and a moment later, we’re both fully naked, standing mere inches apart with Max’s massive erection straining between us. Good lord, Maximillian the Holy Roman Emperor is one glorious specimen of a man. All six-foot-four inches of him is spectacular. Mouth-watering. Sexual. Primal. God only knows what kind of a disappointment Max has been to whatever girlfriends he’s had in real life, but for my purposes tonight, for the fantasy he’s been hand-selected to fulfill for me, he’s the perfect avatar. A blank slate for me to project my deepest fantasies and desires onto. The man is so fucking hot, I want nothing more than to lick up that pre-cum glistening on his gorgeous tip.
Damn.
I’m too late.
I don’t know where the condom came from, but Max is covering his straining cock—and that glorious pre-cum—looking like he’s barely able to breathe. When he’s all wrapped up, Max steps forward until his covered tip nudges against my belly. As he did before, he slides his big palm against my cheek and kisses me deeply before lifting me up, grabbing my ass, pressing my back against his floor-to-ceiling window, and motherfucking impaling me.
I moan as his thick cock stretches my entrance, and then moan again, even more loudly, when his impressive girth fills me to the brim. As he fucks me against the window, we groan and grunt together with each beastly thrust. When we’re not kissing, Max is muttering dirty talk in a hoarse, tight voice. He tells me I feel fucking incredible. Perfect. Like a fucking goddess. He tells me he’s never been this turned on before. That I feel like heaven. Like a drug. And soon, to my shock, my eyes are rolling back into my head, and I’m being slammed with another intense orgasm. This time, with Max’s cock buried deep, deep inside me.
Max yanks out of me abruptly, like he’s saving himself from falling off a cliff. As my body continues rippling, he turns me around, instructs me to press my palms against the glass, and then proceeds to fuck me from behind while artfully massaging my clit. Fucking hell. I’ve never been fucked this well before. This man is a virtuoso, and I’m his pricey violin. I’m delirious. Incapable of thinking coherently. I’m nothing but a jumble of nerve endings now, all of them craving nothing but this man’s cock and voice and fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” I blurt when it feels like I’m having yet another out of body experience. It can’t be. But oh, God, it is. There’s a pause. And then, my soul slams back into my body, like before. Followed by my entire body undulating with yet another orgasm, this one even more delicious than the last.
Max scoops up my slack body since I’ve become a rag doll by now, and he carries me to his couch. “Are you good to keep going?” he murmurs.
“All night,” I whisper back. “Never stop.”
He lays me down, sticks a pillow underneath my lower back and pushes my legs up next to my ears, and that’s where he fucks me with such finesse, it’s like I’m a video game, and he’s cracked some secret code that tells players the secret to scoring maximum points. How is he doing this to me? I’m nothing but the man’s puppet. And, oh, God, it feels good.
Max’s body is glistening with sweat by now. His gorgeous muscles are slick and shiny in the moonlight. I don’t know about the Holy Roman Emperor thing, but he definitely looks like a Nordic god. A superhero. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked by a man who’s this handsome before, and I’m ashamed to admit how much fun it is. Getting fucked by someone so beautiful is like eating the finest gelato on an ancient Italian bridge in Venice and watching a gondolier pass and yell, “Ciao, bella!” It’s like witnessing the most perfect sunset in Thailand while perfectly buzzed on mai tais after a day of visiting an elephant sanctuary with good friends. Really, it’s one of the great pleasures every grown-ass woman should experience before she leaves Planet Earth: having sex all night with a gorgeous sex god and then never seeing his gorgeous ass again.