Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
At first I try to keep track of everything he’s doing to me.
So I can think about it later when he’s at practice or even later, when I’m gone.
But soon I lose track of everything. There’s just his mouth and his groans. My fingers in his hair and my moans to match his sounds. I especially don’t care about anything when he moves away from my belly and goes up to my chest.
My tits.
That have also grown and changed.
While my boobs used to get sore in the beginning, now they’re pain free and gosh, extra sensitive.
Because the moment his lips find the underside of my tit and vacuum the flesh, I shudder and arch my back, probably already orgasming from only his mouth on my breast. My ‘probably’ becomes ‘definitely’ when he moves on to my nipple. Because he opens his mouth wide, wider than he ever has, and pulls in as much of my plump flesh as he can and then goes to town on it.
He practically has my entire tit in his mouth as he sucks and suckles and works it in his mouth, his hands plumping it up meanwhile. His fingers rhythmically squeezing and squeezing as if he’s milking it.
As if he’s milking my tits and drinking out of them.
It has to be the most erotic experience of my life, hands down.
And that’s saying something because I fucking squirt every time we fuck.
While I’m not squirting right now, I’m certainly orgasming and climaxing and moaning and writhing the longer he stays attached to my breasts.
Other than his mouth, his groans and his hands on me and the fact that my channel is pulsing and pulsing, drenching my panties, I have very little awareness of what’s happening around me.
I can feel movements here and there, changing sensations.
Like my world tilting on its axis before I feel something soft on my spine. I guess he’s laying me down on the bed. Then I feel his heat hovering over my body, meaning he’s propped himself up on me. And then I feel his hands tugging and pulling at my panties, probably trying to get them off. So I try to help him, even though it’s very hard to make sense of my own limbs that have turned to jelly and my spine that’s turned liquid.
In any case, I think I’m naked and now it’s his turn.
Because he’s stopped playing with my breasts and moved himself away from me.
Blinking my eyes open, I notice that he’s standing at the foot of the bed, pulling his t-shirt off, pushing his pants down. And he’s doing it in a very mechanical way. In a way that’s fast and efficient so he can get back to me soon. Something about that, his impatience and mechanical movements, make him even sexier to me.
A man stripped of all finesse and style.
A man after one thing and one thing only.
Me.
And my pussy.
Which he gets to only a microsecond later when he gets on the bed, his hard and dripping studded cock bobbing and slapping his abs, and knocks my thighs further apart to make space for his large body.
But then he pauses.
Right at my entrance.
His leaking cock poised to enter.
Licking his lips, he rasps, “I want to do something.”
Licking mine back, I whisper, “What?”
He swallows, his eyes strangely both intense and concerned.
Before he bends to the side and produces something in his hand.
A phone.
His phone.
And without him having to say it, I understand.
I understand everything.
But he goes ahead and says it anyway. “I want to capture it. The first time.”
My pussy clenches in response.
“The first time I fuck your pregnant pussy.”
“Do it,” I tell him as another pulse that goes through my channel.
He flares his nostrils as if he can smell it.
He can smell my arousal leaking out of me.
Then, “You sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
His chest heaves. “It’s only for me.”
“I know.”
“It’s only for when…”
“When what?”
He clenches his jaw for a second. “When I’m all frustrated and angry at practice and…”
I fist the sheets. “And you can’t get to me.”
Another clench. “Yeah.”
“So you can take all your frustrations out on me and calm down.”
He throws me a short nod in agreement. “So I can watch you and your rounded belly and jerk off thinking I did one thing right. Thinking that on the other side of all this bullshit that I have to go through every day, there’s someone waiting for me. That you are waiting for me. My beautiful and pregnant Firefly. My peace.”
Again I don’t know how it’s possible to feel this aroused and lustful while your heart is breaking inside of your chest.
I don’t know how it’s possible that my eyes are tearing up while my pussy is all juicy and wet.
But maybe it’s possible with him.
With my Beautiful Thorn.
Who’s made of a world of emotions and who makes me feel every one of them every second of every day.