Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
But mostly, and I guess it’s the part that both excites and terrifies me, is the sheer size of his cock. Taking it all, indulging in his pleasure while he splits me in half.
I squeal suddenly as the bundle of nerves erupts across my body.
“What’s that for?” Talon asks, his kiss moving down my cheeks and over my neck.
“Excited.” One word to express every emotion building inside me.
“Then I better give you what you want.” He allows his hands to drop over my breasts, squeezing the mounds and teasing my nipples between his fingers.
“I’ll take it if you don’t. At least this way you can feel in control.”
He chuckles against my neck, traveling up to my ear before answering. “I never said I was in control. That honor is all yours.”
I open my mouth to speak again, but Talon, knowingly or not, shuts me up completely, easing his hips forward. The tip glides against my pussy lips, then back down, gathering a coat of my silky arousal as lubricant.
I bellow out at the newest of his incredible sensations, swinging my arms around his neck. Holding on for dear life, both ready and not, for what’s about to happen.
One of his hands releases my breast to snake down our bodies. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I don’t have to in order to know he’s guiding himself to my entrance. Talon’s entire body shudders as he brings his head closer, and as it reaches the end of the line, he’s tense and flexing, releasing heavy, labored breaths.
“Are you ready?” he asks, as if I’m not begging for it already.
He lifts his head, and our eyes lock together. I’m nibbling nervously on my lower lip, but nod my reply because speaking seems damn impossible right now.
“Good.” He plunges his tip into me.
A synchronous moan floods my otherwise quiet bedroom. Another follows as he inches his way lower, slow and steady, giving me time to adjust to his girth before he makes another move.
Every pause comes with his cock throbbing inside me. It pulses waves of pure bliss throughout my body. A flood of euphoria and delight while I’m barely able to move. And the few restricted movements I can make intensify my grip around his shoulders.
The longer he goes with the precise movements, the more comfortable I become. Before long, his slow inching turns into rhythmic thrusting, and I meet him with rolling hips, accepting as much as I can take.
“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” he mutters between low grunts. With it comes the first sign that he’s losing control. Unable, or maybe just unwilling, to keep the steady pace.
I grin up at him, wanting to see him lose it completely. Never being good at dirty talk, I’m almost certain I’m going to make an ass out of myself. But lost in the deep, heady grips of pleasure, maybe it won’t matter.
“That’s it, baby.” My body moves on its own, instructing my legs to hook around his waist and pull him into me. “Fuck my tight, warm pussy. Give it to me. Everything you’ve got. Make me squirm and scream.”
Talon’s body tenses, and his thrusts become erratic blasts from a jostling body. Guttural sounds emit from his mouth, a mix of moans and roars as he fights back his release. Between the cacophony we’re emitting, I can hear him trying to speak. Part of me wants to hear it, intrigue piqued, and mind locked in on his voice. The rest of me is too far gone to the intensity of the pleasure Talon’s pumping into me.
“Mine,” he growls. A single word that could have so much meaning. His? What’s his? Parsing the message would be a challenge under normal circumstances, but with a come-drunk mind and a body writhing in agonizing delight, I’ll have to wait for more.
In his attempts to speak, without getting lost in the throes of pleasure, Talon’s pace slows. The strength he’s found in controlling his body when he’s so close to the edge is impressive, but where slowing his thrusts might keep him in the game, I’m still floating high among the clouds any time he moves his hips.
“All mine.” He slams his full length into me, tickling every nerve ending inside. “This?” He presses his lips against my neck. His tongue makes an appearance, caressing mottled flesh, travelling up to my ear. “Mine.” His kisses travel across my collarbone, on my shoulder, and over one breast. Again, his tongue finds the hard point, and every lick makes my tummy flutter further. “These? Mine.”
His hand sinks between our bodies while he slams his cock into me. He moves it until his thumb rests against my clitoris, applying just enough pressure to make me scream out.
“Most importantly, this is mine.” He speaks against my breasts before raising his head to gaze straight into my eyes. “Do you understand?”