Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Then I feel him get off the bed, the sound of him walking across the room, and a drawer opening and I hold my breath to focus better. Is he getting a condom? We hadn’t been using one. But then I hear the click of a cap, then a loud squirt and I know he’s probably grabbed a bottle of lube.
Which means he wasn’t kidding about what he said earlier.
The bed dips down again and he’s right behind me. I can feel him over my body, his breath on my back, and then he’s pressing against me, the tip of his cock right against my ass. I feel his slick hand slide between his cock and my skin, making himself wet, then he pulls back just a little, adjusting himself behind me.
I gasp when I feel it, the thick head slipping inside and I make a soft noise as he pushes, inch by slow inch, filling me up in a way that I hadn’t even imagined. I’m so slick from the lube but it still takes a minute for him to get all the way into my ass, and I’m stretched wide around his thick shaft, the head of his cock hitting deep inside me.
“Oh my god,” I moan. I can’t even describe it.
And I can feel him watching. He says nothing, lets me feel his eyes on me instead, no doubt drawn to where his cock disappears inside me. I just hear his heavy breathing, his breath ragged and slow.
And then he starts fucking me, pulling out slowly and pushing back in just as leisurely and his hands return to my ass, one hand on each cheek and he spreads me, my body growing even tighter around his shaft as he pulls me open with his hands, my ass cheeks spreading wide and I feel the roughness of the rope on my wrists as I try to pull my arms back down. My pussy is wet and my clit is throbbing as he pushes into me from behind.
I can feel how long his cock is, how thick, and as he fucks me, I can feel every inch of it.
“Does that feel good?” he asks through a shuddering breath. He’s trying to take his time, trying to hold back and I know he wants to let loose. “Can I make you feel better?”
“Yes,” I manage to say, the word shaky. “Yes, my lord.”
He brings his hand to my cunt and slides his fingers inside, fucking me with them, in an expert motion that grazes over my clit, and fuck! I’m immediately coming, a tsunami that rolls over me and pulls me down until I don’t know which way is up. I’m screaming his name, I’m convulsing, jerking on the bed like a rabid animal, and the waves of pleasure just don’t stop as they pound me again and again.
“I can’t hold back,” he says through a groan and then he grunts loudly, his cock driving in deep and I feel the sudden heat of cum shooting deep inside me, filling up my ass as he holds me wide, shooting again and again, his length pulsing inside me.
When he’s emptied himself in me, he pulls back and I feel his cum leaking from my ass and down my thighs, sliding down my legs and onto the bed.
“Had enough?” he says and for once he’s sounding breathless. Does this man never tire? Even vampires have their limits, despite being able to come again and again without a pause.
I try to speak but I’m so exhausted and spent and my body doesn’t even feel like it belongs to me anymore, like I’ve been shot up into space and left there among the galaxies.
“I know I said I was going to put my cock in your mouth,” he adds with a chuckle, “but I think we can save that for later.”
Thank god, because as much as I’ve discovered some dark and dirty kink side of me, I’m not kinky enough to put a cock in my mouth that’s also just been up my ass.
“Here,” he says softly. “Let me clean you up.” I feel him get off the bed, coming back with a soft warm washcloth that he gently rubs all over my body. His actions are so precise and delicate and caring that it conflicts with how rough he likes his sex.
“There,” he says. He leans over me and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, then his hands go to mine and I feel him undoing the ropes.
Suddenly my hands drop away, flooded with a rush of pins and needles.
“Ow,” I say quietly.
“Did that hurt?” he asks and then I feel his fingers gently brushing over the raw grooves the rope left in my wrists. “They will heal,” he says, then leans over to place kisses on them.