Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Unnnh,” is the raspy, bubbling sound. “Oh shit!”
Sanford’s eyes gleam as he pauses, gazing down at me.
“You okay, honey?” he grinds out. “You did it.”
I manage to raise my head a little and look down. Sure enough, the brute’s huge balls are pressed flush against my asshole, our pelvises mashed together. My head falls back to the mattress with a thunk as I’m overwhelmed with sensation.
Oh my God, I really did it. A man who’s never had fully penetrative sex in his life has finally met his match in me, a Jersey girl turned sassy escort. I squeeze my internal muscles, not even sure if I still have control over them, but Sanford lets out a throaty moan, telling me that yes, indeed I do.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Oh shit.”
Then he pulls out, both of us watching that monster reappear from between my pussy lips before pushing back in, all the way. A choked shriek erupts from my throat and my lover throws me a look of concern, but I merely nod while twisting my nipples.
“I’m okay,” I manage to squeak. “Mmmm, yes!”
Now, the big man’s picking up speed. He’s running that shaft in and out of me, and my head lolls back as my eyes roll upwards, flashing the whites. Oh fuck, I’m stuffed so full and I’m being split in half by his massive shaft, and yet it feels so good. My legs are as wide as they can go as Sanford looms over me, supporting his weight on his fists.
“You know what, Chrissy?” he rasps. “You’re really something.”
Blearily, I open my eyes to meet his gaze as he pounds me down below.
“Good,” I whisper coyly. “Because I aim to please, Daddy.”
The words throw him into overdrive and within seconds, Sanford’s pounding my cunt hard with hot, deep shots to the pussy, along with long, brutal strokes that make me alternately moan and scream. Then his balls rise, and the gleam in his eyes darkens. Harsh streaks decorate my man’s cheekbones even as the muscles in his pecs tense. Then it happens. His cock jerks, and virile lashes of creamy semen shoot into my pussy as my sweetness eats it all up. I scream, elated to finally get what I want.
“Unnnnh!” is my ecstatic cry as my cunt convulses wildly. “Oh oh oh!”
Sanford isn’t any better. His roars, pants and growls fill the bedroom, our voices twining in a sensuous opera. Gallons of seed spray into my sweetest spot even as Sanford continues pumping, my pussy wiping the spunk into a creamy foam on his shaft.
Finally, it ends and we collapse, panting like maniacs. Sanford rolls off me and I marvel at this hunk of a man. He’s broad, gorgeous, and even having just come, his cock still looks ready to go with its gleaming purple helmet and stiff thickness.
Meanwhile, I stare down at myself, my curves pink and flushed, before getting an idea. Reaching one hand down to cup his semen inside, I then scramble to my hands and knees before wiggling my ass his way.
“Daddy, want to see?” I giggle.
Without waiting for a response, I move my hand away and immediately the cream pie begins to reveal itself. A white bead forms at my opening before spilling down, elongating into a long line of white. I’m sure my pussy looks red and ravaged from the savage pounding, but that’s exactly what I want to show Sanford. That I’m his toy to be used any way he likes.
But the Hulk’s a filthy man. He slowly catches the sticky string with one finger before bringing it up to my asshole and rubbing it over the puckered pleats there. I squeak, turning to look at him over one shoulder with wide eyes.
“You know, one of these lubes is particularly good for anal sex,” he rasps. “Do you do backdoor, honey?”
I gasp and then giggle while flexing my asshole beneath his teasing fingers.
“In fact, I do,” I murmur. “And I want it.”
With that, the brute pushes my face down so that my bottom’s in the air, both holes bared for his pleasure, and soon, our loving starts all over again.
5
Chrissy
* * *
Despite the amazing hot bath I took in Sanford’s oversized hotel bathtub last night, I’m still a little sore today. My man insisted on the bath. At first, I said it was unnecessary, but he took one look at my red, ravaged holes and drew the water himself, filling it with heavenly suds and some lavender oil provided by the hotel.
“Oh my God, you’re spoiling me,” I murmured while stepping into the slick tub.
He merely helped me loosen my curls before gently working shampoo through my hair.
“You deserve to be spoiled, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Taking me like that is a mighty challenge, so now you get to relax.”
I smile now with the memories. I swear I can still feel Sanford everywhere, like he’s right here, touching and caressing me while murmuring my name. It’s interesting because at first, we were going at it hot, hard and heavy. It was sheer animal savagery at its finest. But later in the night, things began to slow and our interactions became intimate and romantic, even. He’d chant my name while sliding it in deep, and I’d gasp with pleasure, coming hard while gripping his shoulders. It was more than mindless sex; it was pleasure at its finest.