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)
My enthusiasm turned him on because he gave me the rest with a single thrust, forcing the piston into place, stretching my little channel so it would accommodate him even before it was ready to.
I inhaled a breath so sharp it sounded like a gasp, but nothing had ever felt so good. “You’re so goddamn hot. Jesus fucking Christ.” My hand snaked up his chest to his neck, feeling one of the veins that was so pronounced it seemed about to burst. He was ripped from head to toe, from the muscles in his thighs to the strength in his forearms.
He didn’t react to that at all. It was as if he hadn’t heard me.
Then he thrust into me at a quick pace, my legs secured with his arms, his dick impressive in both length and girth. It was bigger than I would normally take, but I got so much pleasure out of it, I ignored the pain.
We’d just started, but I was already right there at the edge. An inferno about to burst between my legs. “Yes…right there.” I clutched his arms harder and harder, gripping hot steel, and he pounded into me more forcefully when he knew I was close. “Yes…Luca.” I felt the tears spring to the front of my eyes, and they began to fall just before the asteroid struck the earth. Just like every other time he made me come, it was good beyond description, beyond words in any language in this land. Physically fulfilling and emotionally satisfying. My eyes closed, and my nails started to dig as I rode the rest of the high.
Then I felt his forehead against mine.
My eyes opened to look at him, to see his eyes down as he pounded me into the cheap mattress.
I cupped his cheek as I finished, my pants and gasps and cries all mixing together in an incoherent release of pleasure. My tears were warm as they cascaded down my cheeks. I cried like I was at a funeral rather than in bed with a man who gave great dick.
The tide finally rolled back out to sea, and I let the tendrils of pleasure leave with it. Eyes dry once again, I felt his forehead leave mine. Another touch of affection I hadn’t thought he was capable of.
His thrusts continued with the same intensity, deep and hard. Even strokes at an even speed, his thickness ramming inside me over and over. His beautiful skin had started to blotch red with arousal, and the veins in his neck and arms popped even more. His dick somehow felt fuller, like he was ready to release.
I loved to watch him come. He was sexy when he stared at me from across a table. Sexy when he looked off into the distance, his thoughts a mystery. But when he was about to get off, his expressions were more pronounced. His jawline was sharper than glass. He was so damn hot.
He didn’t ask to come inside me. Just assumed.
He assumed right, because I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was aware of the fact that I exposed myself to sickness and disease because we didn’t have the conversation all adults should have. But I wasn’t myself with this man. I just didn’t care.
His thrusts increased when he reached the end, giving the most masculine grunt I’d ever heard, giving me more of his length and slapping his balls against my ass, shoving himself so far he nearly broke through my cervix.
It fucking hurt, but I didn’t dare tell him to stop.
He gave his final pumps in irregular bursts and filled me with a quiet moan.
I cupped his face, and I kissed him as I finished, feeling his warm seed dump inside me, where it would stay until it dripped out of me and filled my panties.
He kissed me back with the same enthusiasm, kissing me hard as he finished inside me, burrowing deep like he wanted me to keep his seed for a long time. When he was done and he began to soften, he still kissed me with the same passion, with demanding lips and a commanding tongue.
It was a while before he let me go, before he pulled out of me and let my legs unfold.
They were so stiff, they barely moved, the pleasure having masked the discomfort of being folded like a hot pretzel. My legs eventually came untwisted, and I lay there as the exhaustion crept over me.
He lay beside me, an arm propped underneath his head, his glorious body lying there and looking like a piece of meat on a charcuterie board. So much muscle. So much tight skin. A couple scars in places, like his arms and one on his shoulder. He had no ink, but I imagined he would look fine as hell if he had some.