Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“It was.”
“You bruised her cervix?”
“I did.”
“No way.” She shook her head. “I can’t. This is—”
“Come back.”
She paused from pacing. Her chest rose and fell fast.
“Mariah, you are going to ride me. That way you control the amount of penetration.”
“But. . .w-when you bruised the woman’s cervix what position was it?”
“Doggy style.”
Her face twisted in horror. “We are never doing that position.”
We’ll see.
“Come here.” I licked my lips. “I need to get your pussy thoroughly wet so it can lengthen.”
Wearing a skeptical expression, she returned to my lap, and I went back to playing with that pussy.
Without asking me to do so, she poured lubricant on my cock.
I gritted my teeth. “That’s right.”
And there we lustfully played with each other, licking and sucking, rubbing and toying. Her breasts slipped about my swollen cock and chest. My hands fingered her wetness and teased her nipples. Her fingers wrapped around my cock.
We fell into a web of heated passion.
She gasped in pleasure.
I groaned, needing to be inside of her. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
Grunting, I lifted her body.
She shivered and positioned her pussy over my cock.
I licked my lips. “Take a deep breath.”
She did and slowly lowered a few inches onto my cock.
FUCK!
Her hot, tight pussy soaked my already lubed cock.
She feels so damn good.
I wanted to ram hard into her. I wanted to slam. I wanted to pound.
But, I had to be patient and remain calm.
She slid her pussy down a little further.
Feeling like a madman, I helplessly groaned.
Then, she lowered a fraction of an inch.
It took everything in me to hold myself back.
She fluttered those lashes. “It feels so good.”
I grunted. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Then, lower some more.”
Trembling, she went down even further.
A loud groan ripped from my throat.
Did she have any idea how much she was driving me crazy?
She lowered some more.
I shivered.
It was a good seventy percent in.
So goddamned close.
I moved my hands from her hips, knowing that if I kept them there, I would probably ram her down onto me.
It felt too good.
Gritting my teeth, I gripped the side of the bench.
She went down, getting close to ninety percent. Her face winced in a grimace. “It does fit.”
I moaned, “Fuck yes it does.”
Moaning, she went all the way down to a hundred percent.
“Oh, Mariah!” I moaned.
An evil grin crossed her face. She began moving her body up and down, gyrating and riding with pure precision.
“Mariah!”
No woman had ever owned my cock like her. No one had ever dominated me.
Her breasts bounced.
All I could do was take her beautiful pussy. My eyes grew wild. “I’m going to make you my wife.”
And then she came hard and cried out in pleasure over and over and fucking over, driving me even more crazy. Tears left her eyes, and she rode me, crying out louder and louder.
“Fuck.”
“Gabriel!” She cried out in pleasure again.
I came with her. “Goddamn it, Mariah.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Chapter 9
Nine Dildos, Ten Sex Toys, and Eleven Ropes
Mariah
This was turning out to be my favorite Christmas.
On the ninth day, Gabriel took me to my father’s house to drop presents off.
Gabriel remained in the Phantom.
My father was relieved to see me. It made me happy to see my father sitting in his overstuffed chair with a blanket covering his lap and a cup of tea in his hand. This was the most relaxed I had seen him years. To my surprise, my father told me that Mom’s memory care facility bill had been paid up for three years. He had no idea who took care of the bill, but I knew it was Gabriel.
I’d planned to use the million dollars for my parents. Now I would have to figure out what else I could do with the money. Perhaps, I could use it to do some good in my town.
That evening over a candlelit dinner, Gabriel presented me with another gift, wrapped in green and red paper with a big gold bow.
I took the long box from his hands and tore through the wrapping paper to find nine different sized dildos. Laughing, I told him that he had more than enough cock for a lifetime. There would be no need to use those dildos.
Gabriel didn’t laugh at my response. Instead, he displayed a mischievous grin. Lust blazed in his eyes.
Fast, he vigorously took me right there on the table, pinning me under his huge body and sensually thrusting into my pussy. Wine spilled. Candlelight flickered. Food smeared all over our naked bodies.
And he fucked me, slamming his cock into my pussy over and over.
And somehow, I took it all, knowing that he was ruining my pussy for any other man. After him, no other lover would do. When we orgasmed together, his hot seed filled my pussy to overflowing.
On the tenth day, we made gingerbread cookies in his high-tech kitchen. It had been my idea since he’d confessed that he had never tasted a gingerbread cookie in his life.