Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
If she does not want me to be controlled, I will not be. If she does not want me to be patient, I will be an animal with her.
“Yes,” she murmurs against my lips. Her hands twist in my hair painfully, and her body eagerly rises under mine. “Yes!”
I surge into her…and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. Her cunt grips me, hotter and wetter and tighter than anything I have ever felt. It is…indescribable. I feel as if my entire world has changed in the clasp of her body.
Underneath me, she gasps. “Spur,” she breathes. “Ohmigodspurohmigod.” Her hand flutters between our bodies.
I can feel my spur, nestled in the slick valley of her cunt folds. “Is something wrong?”
“Fuckno. S’allgood,” she mumbles. “Just gonna be over here, unraveling.” Her eyes close, and the tight look returns to her face.
“Should I…get off you?”
“Do that and I’ll kill you,” she says, and her hands twist tight at my hair again. “Start moving again, because I need to feel more of that.”
She likes the spur? Pleased, I stroke into her again. The breath hisses from my lungs at how snug she is, how tight a fit. Being in her cunt is so much better than my own fist. Mah-dee has ruined me for all else.
Mah-dee moans again, and I lean in to muffle her loud noises with my mouth. I kiss her deep, my tongue dragging against hers even as I thrust into her once more. She makes a sound of encouragement, and her nails dig into my scalp.
I can hold back no longer. I push into her, faster and faster, each thrust seemingly quicker than the last. My hips have never moved so quickly. I grip her hips to hold her in place, and pound into her even harder. It is as if all of the need and longing I have felt is channeling out of me and erupting into our bodies. I feel her cunt clench hard around my cock, and Mah-dee jerks underneath me. The noises she makes are wild as she pulls at my handfuls of hair, encouraging me to move faster, to push harder.
I do. And as I do, I feel her clench tighter, her cunt milking me like a fist. All the while, her moans grow louder.
Then, like a wave rising from the great salt lake, my sac tightens and then everything I have been holding back lets loose. I growl Mah-dee’s name into her neck as I come, hammering into her soft body, losing myself in her. My hips work over and over as I spill into her body, holding her smaller form tight against me as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. When it crests, I stiffen and collapse on top of her, balancing my weight on my arms so I do not crush her underneath me.
Time passes. I am conscious of nothing but my harsh, panting breaths, the slick feeling of our skin pressed together…
And the knowledge that this is my female, now and forever. Mah-dee gave herself to me today, and I am never going to let her go.
5
MADDIE
Oh yeah, I needed that.
My toes curl, and I utter a sigh of pure contentment. Itch? Scratched. Antsiness? Gone. Worry about the future? Can’t worry about it when you’ve been boned into next week. Loneliness? Nah, I’m good.
Over me, the big barbarian wheezes as if I’ve killed him. I give a little wiggle, rather proud. I just rocked this guy’s world, and it was pretty awesome. Of course, it was also awesome to be on the receiving end. That had to be the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s like his equipment was made to pleasure a girl—ribbed penis? Yes, please. That wonderful, terrible spur that dragged alongside my clit with every thrust he made? Yes, please. That muscular body covered in velvet? Yes, yes, and yes, please.
I’m definitely glad I decided to shuck caution to the wind and get me some of that.
I reach up and give Hassen’s arm a little pat. He’s sweaty, his velvety-feeling skin slick with perspiration. “You okay, big guy?”
“You…” he breathes. “That was…there are no words.”
I chuckle, because I know exactly what he means. Of course, laughing means that my body shifts, and when my body shifts, I can feel his spur press against my clit, sending more ripples of pleasure through my body. “Yeah, that was pretty awesome.”
He props up higher on his elbows and gazes down at me. From this close, his face looks craggy and hard and utterly alien, the ridges on his brow pronounced. I want to reach up and trace a finger over them, but that might be an invitation to round two, and I’m not sure I have the constitution for that. He strokes my cheek with one big finger. “I am honored that you have chosen me to be your pleasure-mate.”