Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
The ragged little moan that escaped her told me that she didn’t need more time to recover as my fingers started to fuck her.
“I need your cock,” she murmured, making it twitch in my pants as she rolled me onto my back, straddling me. She pulled out my cock as I found the condom, then slid it on, watching her as she lifted up, got into position, then started to lower down.
Her mouth parted in a silent moan as the head slipped inside her, and there was no stopping my groan as her walls tightened around me, welcomed me in, until I was settled deep.
“Baby,” I said, not recognizing my own voice it was so small, as my hands dug into her hips. “You have to move,” I told her, the need so acute it was painful.
Luckily, she didn’t need more encouragement than that.
But this time, it was Rynn who was taking it slow, riding me almost lazily, her head falling back, her hair streaming over her chest, half hiding her breasts as she went.
It wasn’t long, though, before her need was growing too, making her ride me harder and faster, her tits bouncing, her moans filling my ears.
My hand slid in from her thigh, my finger working her clit as she kept riding, getting louder and louder as her walls tightened, as she got close.
Her pussy was a fucking vice grip as she came, squeezing my cock over and over as she cried out my name.
On a strangely primal growl, I grabbed her, holding her to me as I rolled her under my weight, overcome with a wild sort of need that didn’t allow me to ease her down from one orgasm before I tried to send her surging toward another.
I fucked her hard and rough as her fingers clawed at my back, as her hips started to rise up to the thrusts, needing more, loving the borderline violence of my thrusts then.
“Fuck, Cato,” she cried, back arching, legs tightening. “I’m coming,” she hissed, then she was, pussy damn near taking me with her this time. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.
“More,” I said as she came back down, as I untangled myself from her arms and legs, going to sit back on my heels, and pulling her upward, her legs on my shoulders.
She didn’t tell me she couldn’t.
But fuck if her eyes weren’t dazed from all the coming already.
“Yes,” she said, voice so soft I hardly heard it.
I fucked her slowly then, giving her pussy a chance to recover, before I was spreading her legs outward so I could watch. I caught her looking too.
“You look so fucking good when you’re taking my cock,” I growled, making her walls clench around me.
She liked when I talked to her. When I praised her when I was all the way inside of her. She would never admit that to me. But I didn’t need her to. I could feel it in the way she responded to me.
It wasn’t long until the position was just not cutting it, making me push her knees into her chest as I pounded into her, driving her up.
“Turn,” I hissed, grabbing her to move her when she didn’t respond as fast as I needed her to.
Because I was close.
But I needed her to come once more for me.
“Fuck, yes,” she cried as I fucked her hard, as I reached down to grab a handful of her hair, pulling to keep her from moving away with each thrust.
“Fucking love being this deep,” I hissed, feeling her pussy tighten in agreement.
My hand shot out, slapping her ass, making her moans get louder as I fucked her into oblivion, her release almost a scream as she came.
This time, though, she took me with her.
And I swear to fuck, all I saw was white for a long moment as the orgasm worked its way through me.
We both collapsed onto the dock after.
And, eventually, I pulled her up onto my chest, kind of surprised that she not only let me, but settled in, wrapping a leg over my waist, and letting out a contented sigh.
“I’m glad you decided to come,” I said, just barely managing not to say Now aren’t you glad you decided to come? I hadn’t known this woman long, but I was already pretty tuned in to how she would react to certain things.
“I think I’d be just slightly gladder if that cooler was up here with us, and there was something cool to drink inside of it,” she admitted.
“Alright. Give me one minute,” I said, untangling from her, and moving inland to the outhouse that did, thankfully, have a small garbage where I could toss the condom. The baby wipes that were in the package were half-dried out, but they did the job before I made my way back out, then retrieved the cooler.