Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
He watches me and a moment later, I feel pressure on the back of my head as he guides me down to him and I take the steel rod of his cock in my mouth and I’m greedy when it comes to this.
He moans as he moves me along his length and when he pulls me off, there’s a pop when the suction is broken. His eyes are black when he brings my face to his and kisses me before turning me so I’m facing away from him. He pulls me into him, and my back is against his front. One of his hands is between my legs and the other is kneading a nipple while he trails kisses along my neck, my throat.
He pushes me forward, down on my belly and his hands move to my hips. He lifts them, tilts my hips upward and I look back to look at him look at me as he spreads me open. Eyes on mine, he slides all the way inside me, stretching me, seating himself fully.
I’m unprepared. I make a sound of protest, his cock too big, my passage too tight. But when I try to move, he holds me down.
“Are you scared?” he asks, cock still buried inside me.
I shake my head.
“Because you trust me not to hurt you.”
Trust.
Is it true what he says? Do I trust him? On some level, I do. Or I want to. But do I have any choice?
What I feel though, the fact that I’m not scared he’ll hurt me, that’s not a choice. It’s what I know.
But then he draws out slowly and slides his cock up to my other hole.
“Stefan, no. You’re too big. I can’t—”
“Shh. Trust me. I told you I won’t hurt you.”
“I—”
“You’re going to give me this. And you’re going to know that you’re mine. And I don’t hurt what’s mine.”
One hand slides around to my clit and as he closes his fingers around it he pushes against the tight ring. I feel him, his big cock lubricated with my juices. It’s slippery and as he plays with my clit, I open to him and even though it hurts, I want this. I want him to have me like this.
He moves slowly, carefully, all the while playing with me, talking to me and feeling him like this, inside me there. It’s different, intense. Like all the sensations are multiplied by a thousand. There’s pain and pleasure and they take turns, one giving way to the other, again and again and I come more than once before he’s fully inside me and all I can do is feel. Like I become sensation and it’s just him and me and us like this. Close. So close.
Stefan inside me.
Stefan closer than ever inside me and maybe it’s that I want to forget. Maybe it’s my escape, however momentary, but I give myself over to it. My body relaxes and I just feel and trust and when he’s fully in me, I hear him, hear his breathing shorten, feel him thicken even more and he’s saying my name too, telling me I’m beautiful. Telling me I’m his.
And when he begins to fuck me, I lose all conscious thought.
I am a ball of nerves. Of pleasure. Of us.
I don’t know where one orgasm ends and the other begins. I don’t know where he ends, and I begin.
And when he stills inside me and I feel him filling me up, I squeeze around him, and I want more of him. All of him. Every part of him.
It’s all I can think as I go limp and my vision goes dark. And his name on my lips is all I hear.
I don’t feel him slide out of me.
I don’t feel him lift me up and carry me to the bed.
When I open my eyes, it’s like I’m floating and he’s there and smiling and he cleans me so gently, so tenderly before tucking me into bed.
And I just lie there, spent.
When he’s dressed, he sits on the edge of the bed and smiles down at me, brushes hair gently back from my face.
“Now you’re mine. Every part of you.”
How does he look the way he does? Didn’t what we just did cost him as much as it did me? He seems the opposite of me. Revitalized.
He leans down to kiss my mouth.
“Get dressed when you’re ready. Come downstairs. We’ll have that drink before dinner.”
I turn my head to watch him walk to the door.
He stops there, looks back at me and I must be a sight because he just grins and walks out the door.
29
Gabriela
It takes me a little time to get up and I decide to shower again. Cold this time. It does the trick, waking me up. By the time I get downstairs it’s a good half hour later.