Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I shake my head no, and my eyes find his erection, straining against his pants before returning to his face, full of hunger and need.
He reaches out and pulls me towards him until I settle firmly in his lap, his hands pressing into my hips as his mouth meets mine.
“I’ll pull out,” he decides, his want obviously too strong.
This is it. This is going to happen!
I don’t waver or hesitate.
Or think.
I should have probably asked if he’s clean, but I never did. He didn’t ask me either. Obviously I am, and it turns out he is too, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. This was happening either way.
He undoes his pants and I get up for a minute, letting him take them off before adjusting myself back onto him, this time putting my legs through either side of the chair, straddling him. His fingers find my folds and he laughs as he caresses me.
“Always so wet,” he smiles before removing his fingers and licking them. I don’t respond, nervous, as he wraps his other hand around his penis and guides himself to me. His left hand leaves his mouth and envelopes my back, pulling me closer, my breasts squishing against him.
“Open wider,” he whispers as his tip slides in just past my lips. His right hand joins his left around my back, pressing me down. It stings at first, and I don’t know how he’ll fit it all in, but I’m so wet that the friction feels good. He moves inside almost easily.
Almost.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he grunts, pushing deeper. I’m holding onto his shoulders hard now, not breathing, because the further he goes in, the more it starts to hurt. I sit up, looking at him. This is intimate, too intimate. Too real for two people who can never actually be together, who shouldn’t be together.
He growls as he drives his hips up, his head falling back. I squirm, looking away, my cheek falling against his, because there’s too much pressure inside of me now.
“Are you okay?” He whispers and I nod, unable to talk. “Luci, look at me,” he tries to pull me back, but I rest my chin on his shoulder, not letting him.
“Just fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.
That’s how this has to be. None of that intimacy I feel when I look at him, especially not while we’re like this.
He moans at my words, his hips never stopping. I refuse to make eye contact, but he nudges my face and I allow him the access he seeks. He places small kisses on my cheek before moving to my neck. His hands move over me, around me. He grazes my nipples with his thumbs and I groan, from both pleasure and pain.
“Just relax,” his voice is airy, full of ecstasy, his breath hot, tickling my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
I try, and as soon as I adjust my straddle he cries out, his hands moving to my ass, pushing me up and down on him faster and harder than before.
“Uh, that’s it!” He rejoices. “God, Luci, yeah, like that,” his grunts are sublime and his thickness expands, throbbing relentlessly inside of me.
A tear escapes from the discomfort, as he holds onto me tighter, continually shoving me up and down over and over again. “I’m going to come so hard!”
Miraculously, the pain begins to subside and it suddenly feels good, him being inside of me.
Inside of me!
The way he’s hitting my walls and the feeling as my vagina grabs onto him, wanting this. It’s… everything! I immediately want this so much more. Now, I’m bouncing too, meeting each of his thrusts, opening, accepting him.
“Oh shit,” he growls at my unexpected movement. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Ride me, Luci. Feel my cock filling you.”
His dirty words tantalize me, motivate me, allowing me to bask in this experience with him.
“Harder!” I order. He growls as he yanks me down again. His hand moves between us as his thumb presses against my clit. He leaves it there, pulling me down with his other arm as he shoves himself up, lifting us off the chair.
“Bounce on me! Yes!” He shouts, his head tilting back, and between his thumb and the spot he’s hitting deep inside me, I’m quivering, crying out loud, practically sobbing as I tremble around him.
“Oh! Squeeze me! Yeah!” He’s crying out too. “Like that! Oh! You’re making me come!” He quickly picks me up, lifting me off him as he pulls out of me.
The emptiness hits me, his thumb still lightly rubbing me as I continue to quiver. He lets out a steady groan as he erupts.
“Luci! Oh fuck, Luci!” Jets of stickiness spill onto my bare stomach and his shirt as he throbs between us.
We’re gasping for air.
There’s noise in the distance as people fill the halls. What time is it anyway?