Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I made a little sound of disappointment when he pulled out of my mouth. Dante crouched down so he was at my eye level again and took the lube that was clutched in my hand. He kissed me, then smiled at me as he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.
My cock throbbed as he walked around to my ass. He picked something up and ran it down my spine, then slid it over my shoulder where I could see it as he said, “This could be fun.” It was an old-fashioned wooden yardstick.
“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, every part of my body tingling with excitement.
Dante paused for a long moment, caressing my exposed ass with the yardstick. I went crazy with desire, squirming and writhing and begging him to beat me, my cock straining.
The first strike was always the best, because I never quite knew when it was coming. Finally, Dante brought the yardstick down across my ass, hard, and I yelled as sensation shot through every part of me, my cock throbbing in response. I widened my stance, making myself more exposed to him, giving him all of me.
He took his time, administering a wonderfully thorough spanking while I yelled and writhed and thrust my hips. And right when I thought I was going to cum just from being so well-beaten, he set the yardstick down beside me. I heard a flip-top being opened, and then I felt the incredibly erotic sensation of a cool stream of lube being slowly poured down between my butt cheeks. I moaned and rocked my hips, absolutely desperate for what was going to happen next.
Dante took hold of his big cock and ran the tip up and down my crack, coating it with lube. And then with one hard thrust, he mounted me. “Oh fuck yes,” I yelled as he impaled me, taking me so deep that his balls were pressed against my ass. He held still like this for a long moment while I panted and struggled and begged shamelessly for him to take me, fuck me, fill me with his cum. I felt as if my entire life depended on him thrusting into me – I was that aroused, that totally on edge.
He began fucking me, hard, slamming into my beaten ass, and the pain only amplified the pleasure. He was absolutely pounding me, the big wood and metal table beneath me rocking and creaking as it absorbed some of the force of his thrusts. And then I was cumming so hard that stars actually popped and swirled in my vision, my cum practically torn from me, shooting all over the underside of the table, spraying across the sawdust-covered floor. Again and again I came, yelling incoherently, fucking myself onto Dante’s cock as I thrust back wildly.
In the next moment he was yelling too, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back to meet his violent thrusts, trying to take me as deeply as he possibly could as he shot into me. “Oh God yes Dante, breed me.” I barely knew what I was saying. I was so totally overcome, so lost in the moment as my fiancé filled me.
When he finally stilled, I was trembling, sweat-drenched, aftershocks of that incredibly intense orgasm making my body practically convulse. The only sound was our jagged breathing in the quiet of what would one day be our home. Dante released my hips and gently massaged the fingerprints he’d left on my body as he slowly eased his cock out of me.
I was glad he still had some energy left, because I was pretty much a quivering mound of jelly at that point. He untied me and came back around the table and scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest, and he brought me back to the mattress and laid down with me, holding me against his powerful body as he pulled a sheet over both of us.
As I snuggled against his chest, I murmured, “Where’d the mattress come from?”
He chuckled at that. “I had it delivered from my furniture store a couple days ago.” He kissed the top of my head.
“What happened to the frame and box spring?”
“The freight elevator’s out, and they couldn’t get them up the stairs.”
I grinned as I nestled into his arms. “You totally planned out your own seduction.”
He smiled and said, “I didn’t just get the mattress for today. I think it’ll be fun to spend the night here occasionally while the loft is being constructed. There’s plenty of privacy every night, once the workers go home. And no roommates.”