Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
"Mmmm," I breathe, and lean forward to place a hand on his chest. "You feel so good, baby."
Mycrul's face is contorted slightly, his breathing coming in sharp, staccato pants. He's on the edge. I can tell. "Mina. My Mina."
"I'm going to make you feel even better," I promise him, and lift my hips. I push his hands away when he tries to pull me back down, loving the way his breathing gets ragged as he realizes what I'm doing. I reach between us, grasp his now-slick cock, and fit the head of it to the entrance of my body. "Relax. I've got you."
The breath huffs out of him in an almost-laugh, as if my suggestion is ridiculous.
I sink down on him, just a little, testing things. He's big, all right, but I'm not surprised by that. I know his body as intimately as I know my own, and while he's going to stretch me, I know he won't hurt me. I work my hips over him, flexing a little as I let gravity do its thing, taking him into my body, inch by slow, thick inch.
Mycrul is frozen underneath me, as if scarcely daring to breathe.
I remind myself that even though we've touched and kissed and caressed and licked each other in a variety of ways, this part is new for him. I ease down a bit more and then guide his hands back to my hips. "I'm going to ride you," I tell him. "If you don't like it, let me know."
The groan he makes is utterly pained. "Not…like it?" He shakes his head slightly. "You're destroying me with your body."
"That sounds good." I rock my hips over him, lifting and then sinking back down. My breath stutters, because damn, he is big, but pleasure slides through me like liquid heat. His eyes close, and I love the look of sheer, intense pleasure on his face. "Tell me how it feels."
"Tight," he pants, as I move up and down his thick shaft again. "You're so tight."
"And that feels…"
Mycrul shudders. "Good."
I rock over him, my movements slow and steady. He's big, but with every movement, I take a bit more of him into me, until I'm bottoming out and rolling my hips all the way down his length. "See?" I breathe, as if it's the simplest thing in the world to ride his monster cock. "Everything fits just fine. And you feel amazing."
He groans.
"So good," I tell him, riding him. My nails scratch at his stomach and then I push my hips back down onto him. "So fucking good, Mycrul. We're going to do this every night for the rest of our lives."
"Mina." His hands spasm on me, his grip tight. Then he relaxes, as if deliberately letting go of me. As if he's scared of holding on too tightly.
Oh no you don't, I think. I put my hand over his, forcing him to hold onto me. "Tell me what you want," I demand as I work my hips over him. "Slower? Do you want me to move slower?"
"Fast," he growls. "Move…fast…"
"Help me." I press his hand against my hip. "Help me move. Fuck me with your big, fat cock."
He growls again, as if on the verge of losing control, and this time, when I lift off of him, I hold myself up, my body sliding all the way off him except for maybe the tip. And I wait for him to respond.
Mycrul makes a strangled sound and then grips me tight, slamming my hips back down onto him and sinking me onto his shaft.
We both suck in a breath, and he goes still underneath me. I moan. "Oh, baby, that was good. Again." I move in the same teasing motions I did before, practically lifting off of him and then waiting for him to drive me back down onto his length, to force his cock back into my body. It feels intense, and almost like too much, and my toes are curling and my body is humming like never before. A new kind of pleasure is unfolding in my belly, as if I'm chasing a different kind of orgasm, and I want more of it.
This time, when I try to lift my hips, my mate snaps. He grabs me tightly, and then his hips jackhammer upward, pounding into me even as he drags me back down onto him. I lose control of the situation, and I'm breathless with joy as he uses me, slamming me onto his cock as he fucks the hell out of me, working me over him. Our bodies move faster and faster, until I can't tell which one of us is being rougher with the other. All I know is that the climax is just out of reach, and I'll do anything to get it. So I use him as much as he uses me, until the bed is creaking with the force of our movements, and my thighs are slapping down against his skin with each slam of our bodies.