Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
I did that. I did that to her. And already I want to do it again. A man could get addicted to this, with no way to kick the habit.
I peel off my shirt, stuck to my skin by the sweat I’ve worked up, and she reaches for me. Her touch is like a balm, healing me and stirring my hunger all at once.
“I need… I need…” To claim you. To break you. Yes, all of that and more as I kneel between her legs, stroking my rigid cock, now taking in the full sight of her. Her wild, tangled curls, the heaving tits, the sweat beading on her forehead.
All she does is hold her arms out to me, not saying a word. Welcoming me to take relief in her body, in the warmth of her arms as they close around my shoulders, in the wet heat that envelops my cock as I begin to ease my way into what I already knew would be tight. My fingers were one thing, but this? She is still quivering from her orgasm, the muscles fluttering, pulsing, until I wonder if I’ll be able to fit all of me inside her.
Her body goes still and her mouth falls open when I breach her hole and begin to sink inside. “Fuck!” she shouts, eyes wide as I work my head deeper, followed by the silver barbell piercing beneath it. “Oh, my God!” Her nails rake across my shoulders and break the skin while she jerks her hips, legs pressed against my ass and drawing me deeper.
“You like my cock inside you?” I grunt, sighing in relief when my balls touch her ass.
“Oh, yeah,” she moans. “Feels so good.”
“Tell me. Say it.” I lower my head, brushing my lips against hers until she whimpers. “I love your cock, Romero.”
Her eyes open, hazy with pleasure, burning with desire. I could drown in them. I could lose what’s left of my soul. “I love your cock, Romero,” she whispers, rolling her hips, making us moan together. So fucking good, so much better than any fantasy.
I wanted to take her hard, didn’t I? Brutally. She wants me to take everything out on her? I would love to. I would love to hurt her and pour years of pain, loneliness, and guilt into her soft, willing body.
Only I can’t move right away. Something holds me in place, balls deep in her tight sheath. It’s enough to stay this way, locked together like this, with no one in the world except us. She’s been hurt enough. I want to give her more than that. She deserves more.
I start off slowly instead, pulling back and watching every muscle in her face. The way her eyes widen and her mouth opens so she can release a long, soft sigh that can only mean pleasure. “Feels so good,” she whispers, sounding almost surprised.
“Your first piercing?” Her head bobs up and down before falling back and exposing the slim column of her throat. I dragged my tongue over her skin while sinking deep again, savoring her moans and how her pulse flutters.
Her legs wrap tight around me. “More, give me more. Give me all of you.” She closes her eyes when I grind against her clit, working her inside and out until there’s nothing but a string of high-pitched whimpers coming from her. The muscles gripping me tighten until I can barely move.
“This sweet, tight pussy,” I grunt, losing my breath a little more with every stroke. “Gonna snap me in half.”
“I’m so close...” She jerks her hips in time with my thrusts, pushing me closer to the edge no matter how I fight to hold on. My body has other ideas, other needs.
“Come inside me.” There’s desperation in her voice—she’s close, so close. “I’m on the pill. Come with me. Fill me up.”
I don’t even know if she knows what she’s saying, but there’s no way I’m resisting that. Not when there’s nothing I would rather do. My pace quickens and she nods in approval, meeting me stroke for stroke, gasping for air the way I do while our bodies move together like we’ve been doing this all our lives. It’s so fucking right.
“Romero… oh, God… yes… I’m coming!”
“Come for me,” I grunt while wet slapping sounds fill the air and mix with her cries. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” A million muscles begin massaging my cock from tip to base, and that’s it, I can’t hold on. The euphoric rush of release overtakes me and I don’t bother fighting. My ears are ringing and my heart’s pounding out of my chest, and it feels so fucking right. No matter how wrong it might look later, it’s right now. Now is all that matters.
We’re both breathless by the time I pull out of the sloppy mess I made. She’s glowing, beaming up at the ceiling while her chest rises and falls slowly with every breath. I don’t know exactly what’s going through her head, and I don’t want to ask. There’s something almost sacred about the peaceful way she smiles. Like what just happened meant more than a couple of orgasms.