Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Relief washes through me, and I begin to relax. It’s going to be okay. Inch by inch. Slow. Steady. I push in. She sucks in another breath, but this time, her eyes stay on mine, reassuring me when it’s her I’m concerned about. She whispers, “You feel so good.”
The heat of her body, the tightness of her pussy—it’s so much all at once, too much—the feel of her begins to consume my thoughts, making me reckless as I push to my limit. Her knees squeeze, causing me to stop and drop my head down just to sink into this feeling even more. I take a breath and look up again. “God, you feel amazing.”
“Yeah?” she asks, unsure. Uncertainty should never exist in her voice. I have to do better. Now is the time.
I nuzzle against her neck for her, but also for me. Her skin is soft, opposed to the roughness of mine. “It feels incredible to be inside you, to be bonded this way.”
The feel of her cheek rising against mine has me shifting back to pull out almost entirely. Her arms wrap around my neck. She kisses my temple, and whispers, “You’re going to be stuck with me if you keep that up.”
“I want that so fucking much.” Knowing she’s acclimated to me, I push back in and force a moan right out of her. With each thrust, she becomes more confident and moves how it feels best for her. A gyrate of her hips, a buck when I touch her clit, and the tightening of her arms around me give her leverage to fuck me right back.
She takes every thrust I give, then scrapes her nails down my back as my name becomes one of praise and begging all at once. The embrace of her body around mine makes me want to go faster and then harder to reach that peak we’re climbing.
“Oh God, yes, yes, yes. Tag, yes,” she murmurs with her hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She’s always such a stunning sight. Being inside her almost becomes too much to bear.
It’s a fucking glorious sight—her tits bouncing on her chest, her mouth wide and ready for me to fuck again, the moans filling my ears, and the push of her pussy against the base of my dick.
Too much to hold back, I lose control of my better senses, giving in to the devil and the darkness when the light evades. I fuck and fuck and thrust until her body trembles around mine, squeezing my cock so tight that I come with her, my release exploding deep inside her heat. “Fuck,” I start, pushing up on my hands and pumping in and out, though my breathing staggers in my throat. “So good, baby.”
The rush has vanquished, leaving me empty of energy, so I collapse on top of her. Kissing her shoulder and neck and that curve between, I then drop my head to the mattress.
As I take a deep breath, it’s cut short when I feel her hands pushing against me. “Babe, I can’t breathe.”
“Oh shit.” Rushing to fall to the side of her, I land on my back. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I like the weight.” She rolls onto her side, draping her arm over my midsection. “You’re like a human weighted blanket. Comfort. That is, until I can’t breathe.”
“I lost myself in you.” I chuckle with my arm under her, rubbing her back with my hand. “You drive me wild, woman.”
“There are worse things that could happen.” She releases a deep breath and closes her eyes. “It’s wild that something that feels so good and so intense but only lasts a minute can wear you out so much.”
My hand stills as her words sink in. I’m not offended per se . . . “It was longer than a minute.”
She bursts out laughing, her back arching, and those beautiful tits of hers jiggling and becoming a major distraction to my argument. Patting my chest, she looks up at me. “Yes, it was longer than a minute.”
It doesn’t matter that I sense a hint of condescension because I won that battle. But she’s winning me over. I angle toward her and scoot lower so I can appreciate these breasts of hers. I hold one and knead it before dipping down and flicking the nipple with my tongue.
Her hand settles on the back of my head and slides to my neck, holding me there. I kiss her pink tips until goose bumps populate, and she struggles not to wriggle her hips, seeking relief.
“My sweet girl.” I could fuck her with my finger again, but I want to taste her this time. “You want more? I’ll give you what you want, what you need.”
I bend over her and put my mouth over those supple lower lips of hers. Swiping the tip of my tongue through the top of her folds, I tease her wanton bud and suck until she bucks against me.