Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
“I love it when you do this. My entire body feels as if it might splinter into a million pieces from the sensations, but I’m not afraid, because I know you’ll hold me together.”
I would, until my last breath. My tongue moved faster and Greta was beginning to sway, almost as if she were in a trance. She released the rail, balancing on her tiptoes for a moment, almost suspended in the air before my hands shot up and our fingers interlinked. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back, trusting in me to hold her up as I gave her pleasure. She settled fully on my face allowing my lips to enclose her pussy fully and my tongue to fuck her deeply. She arched her back, her fingers tightening against mine and a cry tore from her body that I hadn’t thought possible from someone as frail looking. She rocked back and forth, and her lust dripped on my tongue. I licked it up eagerly until her rocking slowed and eventually stopped altogether. I kissed every inch of her pussy and inner thighs before I let her lean back against the rail. I shoved to my feet and pushed down my boxers, then kicked them away carelessly. I lifted Greta up on the railing and parted her legs with my hips. Greta gripped my shoulders, her gaze dipping to my cock which I stroked along her folds. I teased her for a while before I entered her with my tip. She held her breath like the first two times we’d had sex. She was still so incredibly tight that it took every ounce of control I possessed to cause her as little pain as possible, but she urged me on with her heels on my ass until I was buried all the way inside of her.
We both groaned and stayed like this for a moment. I grabbed Greta’s ass, loving the feel of it in my palms as I lifted her off the railing.
I loved how she was so much smaller than me that I could carry her in my arms with my cock buried deep inside of her. Holding her up, I found my balance before I began to thrust into her from below. My arms helped Greta bounce up and down on my cock, driving it deeply into her. With the sunshine on our skin and the soft whooshing of the ocean this felt like a dream, one I never wanted to wake up from.
I clung to Amo as he pushed into me deeper than before. This was only my third time and my body was still not accustomed to the penetration.
My eyes widened at another even deeper thrust. The stretching sensation was intense, painful, but beneath the discomfort pleasure was building.
With a searing kiss, Amo walked over to the lounge area of the yacht and lowered me on it, never pulling out of me. Once we’d settled on the soft leather, he began to thrust into me at a faster pace. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, focusing on the pleasure spikes between the twinges.
Every moan from my lips seemed to spur Amo on and made him speed up even more. He looked at my face as he pushed up halfway on his elbow and snuck a hand between us. He began rubbing my clit while he thrust into me.
I loved the feel of Amo’s body on top of me, his utter strength, the power behind every thrust.
“I want you to come this time,” he growled.
I wanted that too, but I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. Amo slowed and kissed me gently, his tongue teasing mine. He pushed up, pulling out of me and rolled on his back. “Sit on my face.”
I climbed up his body until I hovered over his mouth. Gripping the railing, I lowered myself to Amo’s mouth. I let out a low moan when his tongue parted me, stroking along my already sensitive flesh. I propped my arms up on the railing and put my chin down on it, my eyes on the glittering waves as I succumbed to Amo’s pleasurable teasing. His tongue was almost playful, switching between firm pressure and feather-light strokes that made my toes curl in the best way.
I barely moved, too caught up in the pleasure. Amo’s palms cupped my ass, massaging my cheeks as he guided my movements. I squeezed my eyes shut, my moans reverberating through my body.
“Amo!”
I was getting closer and closer. Amo lifted me off his face. “Scoot down.” With his help, I slid down his body until his tip pressed against my opening. My need was too great for hesitation. I lowered myself almost all the way. My body began to shake, torn between pain and pleasure. Amo wetted his thumb and pressed against my clit as I rocked my hips. Soon my movements became even more frantic, driving me slowly further down and when I settled all the way on Amo’s pelvis, he knifed up, snatching my nipple between his lips for a hard tug as his thumb flicked my clit, and pleasure coursed through my body. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut.