Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I clawed my hands into his thick hair.
“I can’t get enough of the smell and taste of your pussy,” he said, getting to his feet. “But first let me take this dress off. I don’t want to ruin it. I like it on you.”
He turned me around, unzipped my dress, and carefully draped it over the back of a cream armchair by the fireplace. He reached around my back, released the hook of my bra and flung it backwards. Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled it downwards.
“Keep your high heels on,” he instructed.
I stood in front of him naked but for my high heels. He lowered his face until it was only inches away from my glistening slit. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked my clit. I moaned and, clutching his head in a vise-like grip, mindlessly ground my sex against his mouth. He let me use his mouth in that way.
As my movements became more frenzied and my groans deeper, he pushed his fingers into my wet center and fucked me with them. It was rough and quick.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, as I came apart and gushed into his mouth.
Painstakingly, he licked my sex and thighs until I stopped trembling. Then he carried me to the bed and dropped me on it. Hungrily, he watched my breasts bounce. Then he pushed my legs up against his chest, pausing to stare at my pussy, gleaming with arousal juices.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, as he undressed. All the while his eyes were glued to my exposed pussy. When he was naked, he ran a sole finger up and down my slick folds. He found my clit and teased it until I thought I would faint with pleasure.
Then… and only then… did he pounce.
His enormous cock festooned with pulsating veins plunged in. As easily as if it had been made especially for me. The fit was perfect. But something was different. It was instantly clear that he had been holding himself back all this time. He was a different man now. This man had no control. He was an animal. A caveman.
A caveman giving in to a primal need.
His sweat dripped down my body as he fucked me like a man possessed. It was like a dream. I didn’t want it to end. Ever.
But no matter how much I tried to hold on to the sensations, the onslaught came. Rushing towards me. Impossible to stop. I had no choice but to give in to that rush of pure pleasure. My whimpers filled the room as I wrapped my legs tightly around him and cried out his name.
Watching me come brought his own orgasm. It felt good to take his hot seed and to watch him above me, lose it. Here in this hotel room, on this anonymous hotel bed, he was mine. All mine. Tonight, he had no thoughts about his business or the other women he slept with.
It was only me. Me. And me.
He was still buried in me. I didn’t want him to withdraw so I grabbed his hips and pulled him in.
“You feel so good inside me,” I said. “I wish I could fall asleep with you still deep in me.”
“You’re not sleeping tonight, Lillian,” he said softly. “I’m fucking you every way I know how. By the time dawn comes, you’ll need a shower badly.”
“Do your worst,” I dared.
And he did.
All night long.
If I slept at all it was only fitfully, until I was awakened by a tongue slipping into my mouth or my pussy. He filled my mouth, my belly, and my womb with his seed.
I loved it all.
He behaved like a man who thought tomorrow was not going to come for him. Everything he wanted he must take tonight, for tomorrow it would become mist in the morning sun.
Chapter 24
Max
Inever slept all night.
When the luminous dial of the clock showed it was 6.00 a.m. I woke her up again.
“Have you really only been with one man?” I asked.
“Yes, but don’t worry,” she said with a little laugh. “I’m not going to demand that you put a ring on it. I ask for nothing, except a weekend of sex and more sex.
I wanted to shake her. How could she give this all up for some money to pay her mother’s mortgage? This was special. You had to live many lifetimes to find something like this. We could have been so fucking great together.
“So, do you do this a lot?” she asked, her voice casual.
“What?”
“Treat all your women to romantic weekends away.”
I was so furious I flipped her soft alluring body face down. I ran my hands over her curves, stopping to knead her round ass before sliding my hand between the still-red cheeks. She was dripping wet and ready for me.