Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
He hit me so deep, the orgasm that had just passed felt like a baby compared to the one that was once again heading my way.
Like the calm before the storm.
I cried out with each thrust of his hard and very large cock.
I felt stretched where I’d never stretched before.
And God, did he feel deep. So. Deep.
His hands dug into my ass, and for once the self-consciousness didn’t rear its ugly head as his fingers were filled with the less than toned flesh.
My breasts were shaking. Hell, the fat on my belly was shaking. My ass was shaking. Everything was shaking.
I didn’t care, though.
I was so lost in the spiral downward into oblivion that I was psychically incapable of caring about anything but his next thrust.
His thrusts were long, deep, and even. No deviation in a single inch that he was giving me.
I built, higher and higher and higher. So high, in fact, that I started to get a little worried.
If he could make me feel like this, what else could he do to me?
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice low, thick, and deep as he turned me onto my back, plunging in again without any pause. “I can feel that pussy tightening on me.”
I was.
“Can you give it to me?” he panted. “Can you let go?”
“Not yet,” I keened. “Not just…”
Something hit my clit.
I felt it tap on the very tip, then it started dripping down, mixing with…
Another tap.
I peeled open my eyes to see him spit on me a third time.
I hated spit. I hated…
I came.
I came so fast and hard that I forgot what it was I was supposed to be disgusted by.
The orgasm overtook me.
I closed my eyes, my body arched, and it took me over completely.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, look how pretty you come.”
I was dizzy.
The air inside my lungs was frozen.
My body was hot and cold at the same time.
I was floating and so heavy.
“Jesus, baby. Jesus,” he gasped.
Then he was pulling out, and my pussy continued to clench on emptiness.
Bereft.
That was how I felt.
Like I was missing a vital piece of my soul.
The spray of his cum lashed at my overheated body.
I felt the thick spray of it hit from groin to lips.
Four hard pulses, that I only managed to take all the way in on the fourth pulse.
He was… gorgeous.
His eyes were molten chocolate.
His mouth was a thin line, and his jaw was clenched so hard that even through the light beard he had, I could see the muscles work.
But it was the way his abs were tensed, and his hand was fisted around his pulsing cock, that had my gaze enraptured.
He pumped hard, pulling the last dregs of his release from his body with harsh pumps of his hand over his engorged cock.
His big, never going to fit in my mouth no matter how much practicing I did, cock.
My eyes were wide as I stared at him, taking him in from head to mid-thigh.
My legs were spread wide, heels resting on the counter.
His eyes were closed now, his head drooping.
His chest was heaving.
His abs were fantastic and defined.
His forearms were spectacular.
His hands were to die for.
His cock was intimidating.
His balls were large and hung loosely.
But it was the tattoo on his chest, of a cupcake, that finally caught my gaze and held it.
“You have a cupcake tattooed on your chest,” I breathed.
His eyes slowly opened, and he stared into my eyes.
That lazy gaze swept down over my body, taking in the cum that was decorating my torso.
I wiped it free of my face with two fingers, then reached down and swiped it over my nipple, rubbing the thick liquid into my areola.
His eyes went even lazier, and I swear that his cock gave another pulse.
“When I was eighteen, and thought I was hot shit, I walked into a tattoo parlor on the day of my birthday and got it,” he said. “My friends were with me, and they laughed their ass off when I picked it off of a wall. I loved it, though, because it was so detailed. But maybe my eighteen-year-old self knew something I’m just now realizing.”
My lips tipped up.
He reached for my hand, and slowly tugged me off the counter.
I went to step down, but he caught me with one hand behind my ass, then directed me to wrap my legs around his waist.
I did, and he carried me straight to the bathroom.
Once there, he turned on the shower, and stepped inside only when it was heated completely.
We didn’t talk as he washed me clean of his release.
He didn’t say a word when he washed my hair with his shampoo and conditioner combo, either.
Not once did he say a single word while he was drying me off.
Nor did he say anything when he pulled me to his bed, not bothering with clothes for either one of us.