Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 117505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
But damn if he wouldn’t enjoy every single minute—or rather second—of being balls deep inside her with her milking every drop of his come. And this time, he wasn’t pulling out. Neither was Manuel. They were going to fill her with their semen until it ran down her thighs, a visible stamp of their ownership and possession.
Evangeline didn’t say a word. She was too disciplined and too determined to ever disappoint Drake by subverting his authority. But it was in her eyes as clearly as if she had made the request aloud.
Please.
As if he could deny her anything.
“Spread her wider,” Drake directed Manuel.
Evangeline’s eyes went wide and she automatically glanced down at her already splayed legs as if wondering how Manuel could spread her further.
Drake’s eyes were riveted to her now wide-open pussy; the soft, puffy pink lips beckoned his touch. He wanted to touch her everywhere, taste her, but there was plenty of time for that later. Right now his dick was about to burst at the seams at the thought of that deliciously tight clasp just waiting for him to push in.
The silky flesh glistened with moisture, making it shiny and so very inviting. She was wet. Very wet. But even so, it was going to be a difficult task to get inside her. He was going to have to take it slow or risk tearing her, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.
There was pain that was pleasure and then there was pain. Never would he cause harm to her while satisfying his own selfish desires.
He moved in between her spread legs, grasping his thick erection with one hand. He rubbed the weeping head up and down her satiny opening to her clit and then back down again to tease her entrance.
She moaned desperately as her hips, though firmly in Manuel’s grasp, bucked upward as if trying to sheathe him herself. Finally he lodged the tip of his dick in her tiny hole and pressed forward with steady pressure. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock, hazy with desire. She found his gaze and he felt it like a jolt to his senses.
Her eyes said it all. Take me. I’m yours.
Hell yes, she was his.
With a groan he pushed all the way in, sweating and swearing as her body resisted his advance, tightening around him as if to push him out. The war of wills was fierce. Him against her natural defenses. He would win. Of course he would win. He’d have it no other way.
His jaw clenched tight, he withdrew the barest of inches and then slammed into her, seating himself to the balls. There was a chorus of moans and sighs, a mixture of reactions from Evangeline, Manuel and himself as the three struggled against the wicked edge of heady pain mixed with the sweetest of pleasures.
As soon as he was all the way in, the walls of her vagina fluttered around him, clenching, going even wetter with her impending orgasm.
“Come, Angel,” he murmured. “Come as many times as you want.”
With a startled cry, her body erupted around him, spasming, going slick and clutching desperately at his dick. He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming himself. Manuel groaned and cursed, his hands moving restlessly at Evangeline’s hips as he too fought for control.
Drake began fucking her hard. He moved with ruthless, powerful strokes, fucking her through one orgasm until he felt her stir and her body tighten as she began the fast climb to another.
“Jesus,” Manuel muttered.
She was wild between them, bucking, moving mindlessly, her head twisting back and forth as ecstasy overtook her. She no longer had any control over her body. It was Drake’s to command. Drake’s to take care of. And take care of her he would.
He drove her through another orgasm and then Manuel could no longer hold up under the enormous strain and he began bucking his hips up, powering into her from behind while Drake slammed into her from the front. Manuel collapsed onto the couch, still holding Evangeline up to Drake like a pagan sacrifice. He nuzzled his lips against her neck, pulling her damp hair away from the tender flesh so he could lavish more attention on it.
But Drake wasn’t finished.
“One more. Give me one more,” he commanded. “Come for me, Angel.”
“I can’t,” she gasped.
“Yes, you can.”
Despite her denial, he felt the ripple of her tissues and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. But he was determined to give her ultimate pleasure first. So he slowed, forgoing the brutal pace he’d set, and began sliding into her with long, leisurely thrusts. Fuck, she felt good. Sweat beaded his brow and his features were a mask of strain, delicious torment licking from his balls to the tip of his dick.