Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Halfway,” I breathed. “Oh fuck, Andy, I’m over halfway in.”
“It burns,” he rasped. “It hurts, Faye. It fucking hurts.”
“It’ll feel better soon,” I soothed, kissing his shoulder. “I promise it will feel better.”
One concerted thrust and he cried out, but I was almost there. I wriggled my hips, burrowing a path, and his muscles relented, I sank to the hilt and he caught his breath.
“I’m inside you,” I said. “All the fucking way. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep I am?” I circled my hips and he groaned and my clit throbbed against the strapping.
“I’m too full,” he grunted. “I can’t… It feels… I need to… go…”
“You don’t.” I smiled against his skin. “Trust me. I’ve been there. I know how this feels.”
“Your turn next, then,” he growled, and I knew in that moment he’d be absolutely fine. He could take this.
I fucked him slowly, long deep strokes, and I felt it changing for him, pain morphing into something else entirely. Hell, I knew, I’d fucking been there. And the thought of Andy Morgan submitting to it sent raptures through me, through my pussy, through my tits. I squeezed at my aching nipples as I ground into him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fucking hell, that feels weird.”
“It feels good, I know,” I said. “I promised it would.”
His breath came in gasps as I picked up pace, and his ass was slippery and willing. He bloomed and opened, squirming under me, and I knew then he was mine. He wanted it. I grinned like a lunatic, lifting myself for greater leverage as I grabbed onto his hips and fucked him good. I fucked him until he was grunting again, but it wasn’t in pain. His thighs were tense, and ever so subtly he began to raise himself, grinding against the mat and up to meet my big plastic dick.
“That’s right,” I hissed, teasing the stripes on his back. “Fuck me right back, work that beautiful hole right back at me.”
And he did. He fucking did.
“I’m fucking close,” he said. “Fuck, Faye, I’m going to shoot my fucking load all over that fucking mat if you’re not bastard careful.”
My Andy was back, the haze of endorphins clearing, replaced with something much more… primal. I liked it. It was fucking perfect.
“I want to see your face.” I was breathless, so breathless. “Fuck, Andy, I want to see you. I need to see you.”
I pulled that cock out with a slurp, and he moaned at the emptiness.
“Jesus, Faye, my ass feels fucking broken. What the fuck have you done to me?”
“It will be alright.” I grinned to myself. “I have first-hand experience.” I slapped his hip. “Roll over,” I said. “Knees to your chest.”
He didn’t object, and he hadn’t been lying. His cock was dark and glistening wet, just about ready to blow. I looked from his burning eyes to his gaping asshole. Teasing it open with my fingers just to appreciate the view. It was red and raw, filthy and divine. That dirty pink tunnel was raw and gaping fucking wide, just like I’d fucking dreamed of. Oh fuck, how I’d dreamed of this.
“Beautiful.” I smiled, and then I took him all over again. He cried out as I pushed my way in from the new angle, but his ass took it all, I sank that cock all the way in, and it was hot as fucking hell, hot as I’d ever fucking seen, and with every thrust my pussy clenched and my clit spasmed greedily. It was pure fucking heaven.
He shifted up onto his elbows, just enough to raise his head, and I was straight at his mouth, my tongue slipping between his lips and tangling with his. He kissed me right back, and his eyes were open, mine were open, wanting everything, wanting to see every little thing.
His cock was against my belly, pulsing and twitching.
“Don’t come,” I murmured. “Please not yet.”
“I’ll try.”
“Try hard.” I smiled. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
He tipped his head back, and I admired the view, admired everything. His ass was squelching and seeping, taking everything I was giving, and it was divine bliss. Dirty divine bliss.
“If you’re planning on doing something you’d better do it quick,” he growled. “I can’t hold off much longer.”
I eased that strap-on out slowly, and that gorgeous hole winked and spluttered at the loss.
I was all in, and I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know it. No limits, no boundaries, just all fucking in.
He hissed out his breath as I lowered my face to snog his empty asshole, reaching out to grab at my hair. “Are you crazy?” he growled. “That’s fucking filthy, Faye.”
“I like it,” I groaned. “I like you.”
“You’re beyond…” he mumbled. “Just fucking beyond…”
He couldn’t deny he liked it, his whole body jolted as I fucked him with my tongue, and it was nasty, and wet, and slippery and fucking delicious.