Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I’m watching it all with heaving breaths. Watching him prepare himself for me and my legs widen even more.
Then, the most wonderful and glorious thing happens to me.
Graham, the man I love, covers me with his large, large body.
He comes down on his elbows and fits himself between my thighs.
It’s such a novel sensation, silk sheets at my back and his coarse, hot and hairy body on my chest.
God.
I never want to move from this position. I want to live here, between his muscular, heated body and his soft sheets.
He brushes my hair off my face, rakes his fingers through it. I bite my lip and clutch his sides, while rubbing my heels on his calves.
He kisses my forehead. “Well, then I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you my cock. I’m going to fuck you and make all your dreams come true, baby.”
He twists his hips then so I can feel it. I can feel the weight of his shaft on my stomach. The thing that’s going to make all my dreams come true.
I arch my back and rub against it and he goes in for a kiss.
He kisses my mouth, my jaw, the column of my throat, and maneuvers himself down until he’s at my breasts.
Growling, he kneads one mound in his big hands and sucks a nipple into his mouth before letting it go with a pop. Like my nipples are his lollipop.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your tits taste as sweet as your pussy.”
I moan at his declaration and when he goes in for the other nipple, I fist his hair and practically feed it to him, my tit.
But he’s not in the mood to linger. He sucks and laves and plumps up my breast before letting it go and rising up on his hands.
He looks at my breasts with hooded eyes. “Yeah, red’s definitely my favorite color.”
I follow his gaze and find that my nipples are all red and dewy from his mouth, all hard and achy. I wanna offer them to him again, offer my tits for him to suck on and play with, but then I feel the head of his cock over my clit and I moan.
A second later, I feel it again and I realize he’s rocking. He’s watching me with a clamped jaw and sweat-dampened forehead as he’s moving his cock up and down my pussy.
He’s rubbing his shaft in the center of my core, right between my folds.
My hands go to his bunching biceps as I arch up into his see-sawing.
I even look down.
I look at the flex and release of his abs, his beautiful fucking abs, and where we’re joined but not really.
His shaft is going up and down, looking so dark against my pale, flushed skin. The head of it hits my clit at every up-swing and the root of it grinds against me on every down-swing.
The more he does it, the wetter his shaft looks.
And I know it’s me.
I’m doing this to him. My pussy is juicing up and she’s slathering my wetness all over his latex-covered length.
Oh God. Oh God, I’m making him as wet and creamy as me.
Something about that is so embarrassing and slutty and erotic that my eyes fall shut and I begin to push back.
I dig my nails in his biceps, making him groan and making myself whimper.
But more than that, I make myself move and rock and twist against his length. I’m sliding back and forth on his cock, humping against it when suddenly, my eyes pop wide open.
Because holy shit, he’s inside of me.
Just like that.
He’s just pushed himself in on a groan and a grimace, his eyes still on me but so much foggier now. So much brighter and covered in a sheen that wasn’t there before. Not when I closed my eyes a few seconds ago.
Just that look of his, all panting and drugged, makes me come.
Gosh, it’s such a virgin thing to do but I can’t help it.
My hips hunker down at that one inch of his cock that stretches me like a rubber band and I spasm around him. I flood the head of his shaft with my cum. I scratch his biceps, throw my head back and clench my eyes shut again as I climax around him, gasping out his name.
For some reason, I thought it would be over after this.
I don’t know why but I really thought that we’re done now.
But we aren’t because he keeps moving.
Still propped up on his hands by my shoulders, he keeps rocking that one inch in and out, until he goes in more. More and more, all while he watches me with his hot gaze.
Even though my eyes are closed, I know he’s watching.
His stare is like a burning lamp and I open my eyes. “I totally came.”
He takes in my flushed face and rubs his thumb over my cheek. There’s a kind of worship in his look. Like I’m this magical thing he’s marveling over and it makes my eyes sting.