Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I could feel the heat from his muscles and skin instantly, an inferno against my fingers when I touched him. Big pecs and hard abs and groups of muscle like different cuts of meat at the butcher.
He gripped my dress and yanked it up, pulling it over my head in a swift motion until it was free from my body. I was just in tights that went up to my belly button and a black bra. His hand reached behind me and unclasped my bra on his first try like he’d done it a hundred times, to a hundred different women, a hundred different types of bras. The material released, and I immediately felt the draft over my tits. They tightened in response, the nipples sharpening to little points.
He scooped me into him like he had before, like I was a big stuffed teddy bear that weighed almost nothing. My tits moved against his chest and soaked in the warmth of his fiery chest, like the cushion of a chair that had been sitting in the sun all day. Immediately enveloped in his heat, I forgot that I’d ever been cold.
He carried me into the only bedroom in the apartment and lay me back on the unmade bed. It was a cheap bed frame with a cheap mattress, and I could immediately feel the difference compared to all the luxurious things he had in his home.
He pulled back, stood at the foot of the bed, and grabbed one ankle before he flicked the heel off. It tapped against the floor when it fell. He did the same to the other and tossed it over his shoulder, where it banged against the wall before it fell on the floor. Then he leaned forward and curled his fingers into my tights, pulling them down my legs, scooping my ass up on his own, and dragging them down to my ankles and over my feet. My nails were painted black, and he stopped to glance at them, as if he liked the way they looked.
I was naked on the bed underneath him and so ready for him. The second he explored me, he would know, know that I could only be that soaking wet because I’d been turned on by his presence from the moment he’d stepped into my apartment. That my fantasy was about to be a reality, and my little body could barely take it.
He planted my feet against his rock-hard abs, warm against my soles, like a rock face of a cliff in the desert. His eyes were fixed on mine as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, undressing in front of me, hotter than the goddamn sun.
He pushed down his bottoms, and his enormous cock came free.
Oh Jesus…
He stepped out of his boots and then kicked off his jeans until he was fully naked, muscular legs covered in dark hair, his dick and balls groomed in preparation for a kiss. Abs so hard the lines between the muscles were like grooves you could grip and climb. Pecs perfectly outlined like he was carved out of marble instead of built from the muscle within. And his arms were perfectly segmented too, cut in all the right places, with lines and shadows and power.
My heart was so strained in excitement, it was like I’d never slept with him before. Like this was the first time.
He moved on top of me on the bed, the curtains of the window still open and revealing the apartment across the street. His muscled mass hovered over me, and he kissed me again, this time hard and violent, possessive, as if this felt like the first time for him too.
He grabbed my legs and bent my knees, bending me into position like I was origami. He tilted my pelvis then hooked his arms behind my knees to hold me in place as he angled his hips so his head would find my folds. He didn’t lick his skin with his palm before he entered. Didn’t kiss me to prime the area.
Because he fucking knew I was wet.
He gently sank, his expression hardening when he felt exactly what he knew was already there.
Folded like a yoga mat with a big dick entering me like a rocket going into an airtight silo, I breathed hard and fast, planting my hands on his chest, feeling the flames engulf me before we’d even begun. “Oh my god…yes.” I couldn’t restrain my desire for him, couldn’t play it cool like this was just another passionate night of the many I’d had in the time we hadn’t spoken. He was the single hottest hunk of man to be inside me, and my god, it was so good. I didn’t care that he didn’t wear anything, and I wouldn’t let him pull out of me even if he wanted to release on my stomach.