Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
I arch my hips and enjoy each wave of intense pleasure as it crashes over me, dragging me to the bottom of the ocean. I don’t think anything has ever felt so damn good. It’s only when I’m softening in her mouth that she releases me with an audible pop before crawling up my body and kissing my lips. When I open, her tongue slips inside to tangle with my own.
“Feel better?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I practically slur.
Her lips tremble against mine. “Good. I aim to please.”
Mission accomplished.
With one final kiss, she pulls away before sitting up and straddling me so that her pussy is spread wide against my abdominals. I thrust my hips until her naked body can slide against mine. My hands drift from her thighs, over gently flared hips, to her ribcage before wandering to her breasts and palming the soft weight. Her eyelids feather closed as she arches her back, pressing herself into my hands.
God, I love her tits. Anything more would be a complete waste.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur, captivated by the sight of her. She looks so wanton, sitting astride me naked, like the goddess she is. She has no idea how significant this moment is for me. I’ve waited so long to be with her. If I dwell on it, I’ll freak myself out.
Even though I just came, my cock is already stiffening up. I groan as she flexes her hips, brushing against me. My dick slides through her silky folds until I’m once again clenching my teeth. Demi rearranges herself so that the head of my cock is poised at her entrance.
It takes every ounce of my willpower not to thrust deep inside her and bury myself to the hilt. “I need a condom.”
“It’s okay.” She pauses, her movements stilling. “I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in six months.”
My eyes nearly cross at the thought of being inside her tight heat without anything between us. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” As if to prove the point, she lowers herself onto my erection.
Holy fuuuuck!
“God, that feels so good,” she groans, her eyes closing as if to savor the feeling of us finally coming together.
“Yeah,” I mutter, “praise the Lord.”
Her lips twitch. “Let’s not talk about God at a time like this.”
“You’re the one who brought religion into it,” I point out.
“Rowan...” She opens her eyes only to narrow them before shooting me an exasperated look.
“Yup, got it.” A hiss escapes from me as she slides down my length until fully seated.
My gaze shifts to where we are now connected in the most intimate way possible. I can’t envision anything more erotic. Sure, I’ve seen porn. Who hasn’t? And I’ve wacked off to the images, but nothing compares to the sight of Demi riding my dick.
My hands fall from her pebbled nipples to her hips before wrapping around them as if to anchor her to me. Maybe that’s exactly what I’m trying to do. This is the best damn feeling in the world, and I want it to last forever.
Although, I think we all know that’s not going to happen.
Unable to stand another moment of this stillness, I flex my hips, sliding from her tight heat before thrusting deep inside. As I do, a heavy wave of pleasure crashes over me. She tips her face toward the ceiling as a moan slides from her. Even though I came ten minutes ago, I won’t last much longer. The pleasure rushing through every fiber of my being is much too intense. It’s almost unbearable.
But...I can’t get off again without her orgasming first.
Whatever I do, I need to keep it together. I lock my jaw and focus on the upcoming game and how challenging it will be. Mentally, I breakdown the film I’ve been watching and focus on weaknesses that can be exploited. I run through each play, thrusting my hips and driving inside her tight sheath.
As much as I try to distract myself, I can’t help but think about how perfectly we fit together. As if she was made for me. Every time I surge forward, Demi meets my upstroke. We’re in perfect rhythm, which makes holding onto the last shred of my control almost impossible.
The delicate sounds that escape from her will be my undoing. My willpower is being stripped away with each one. Up until this point, I’ve always taken pride in my self-discipline. I’ve pushed my body to the limits and denied myself temptation. As an athlete, that’s the name of the game. You can never give in to the pain. You have to be constantly pushing past your limits. If this continues much longer, this one-hundred-and-twenty-pound girl will be the one who ultimately breaks me.
And that, I will not allow.
When I’ve run through every play in the book, my mind turns back to statistics. I mean, come on, how could that not turn me off?