Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
The next thing I knew, we were in a room, and he was kicking the door shut as he fisted his hand in my hair and turned me so he could kiss me again. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. In fact, it was almost brutal in its intensity. I reveled in it. My clit throbbed with each thrust of his tongue.
One of his hands slid under my shirt to cup my breast. He squeezed and kneaded the slight mound through my bra until I moaned into his mouth, surrendering myself to him completely.
Somehow, my shirt ended up on the floor along with his and his strong arms circled my body to hold me against his naked chest. My bra was the only thing preventing me from rubbing my nipples over his muscled chest. With a frustrated whimper, I tried to reach behind me to undo my bra, but his arm was over the clasp. He grunted and shoved the offending garment up over my tits with his other hand, never letting go of his hold around my body.
“Oh, God!”
When he dipped his head to latch onto one of my nipples, I came unglued. Arching into his touch wasn’t enough. I needed to be naked so he could touch other parts of my body. And I desperately wanted to touch him.
He lifted me again, urging my legs around his hips. I could feel the ridge of his cock through my jeans and his and ground my cunt against it. Friction. I needed friction.
When I was on my back on the bed, he let me go long enough to whip my jeans off. He must have taken my panties and shoes with them because I found myself naked except for my socks and bra. Then his head was between my legs, and I forgot my own name. All I could do was scream.
The alcohol made me lightheaded, and that problem was compounded by pleasure like I’d never known existed. The room seemed to spin and spin until I was completely out of control. All I could do was hang on to his broad, muscled shoulders as he crawled up my body.
The tip of his cock entered my pussy in one hard shove, and we both cried out. There was an unexpected pain as he entered me, reminding me why I’d set out on this venture in the first Goddamned place. At nineteen, I was still a virgin. I’d hoped to give myself an early Christmas present by finding someone to fix that little problem. Looked like I’d managed. The problem was, it really hurt. I sucked in a breath, tensing up and gripping his hips with my thighs.
“What’s wrong, sugar?” Were his words slurred? Between the haze of lust still enveloping me, the shock of the pain, and all the alcohol I’d consumed, I couldn’t be sure. The point was he stopped moving.
“Just… just give me a minute,” I gasped out.
“I hurt you?”
“No! I mean, yes, but it’s easing.”
“Too big for ya.” I’d have thought those words would have been said with a smugness that would have set my teeth on edge. Instead, he stroked my hair off my face and continued to kiss my jaw and chin until he found my mouth once again. Then he began those drugging kisses, building me back up to the point of madness once again.
He stayed perfectly still, though I could feel his heart throbbing through his chest as well as his dick. He tasted of whiskey and mint. Even if I’d been sober, the taste of him would have been just as intoxicating as any alcohol. Not because he’d been drinking. Because of the way he made me feel.
“Take a breath, sugar.” His voice was smooth now, like he had more control than before. Which I wasn’t sure I liked. I wanted him as out of control as I was. Though, I had to be grateful he’d paused the action. Past the pain of when he’d first entered me, the way he stretched my pussy burned, though the pain was replaced by a pleasurable ache. An ache that needed to be eased by the orgasm I knew was close by.
“Please,” I begged in a whisper, “I need…”
“I know, sugar,” he said near my ear. “Hold on to me. I’ll make it good for you.”
I did as he instructed, and he started to… move.
With wicked snaps of his hips, he pressed forward, sliding farther inside me until he was seated all the way. Then he slid out again. Then back in. The pain was gone and the burn fading. In their place was an unimaginable pleasure, one I had no hope of fighting.
“Oh, God… Oh, God!” I broke out in a sweat as the sensations built and built. There was a roaring in my ears that grew louder by the second. The man fucking me moved faster, but all I could focus on was the pleasure radiating from my clit and pussy as it spread through my thighs and belly.