Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Confusion fills her features. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll show you.” Taking her by the hips, I turn her so she’s facing the window again. It barely takes a flick of my wrist to unhook her bra, which I work off her even as she tries to cross her arms.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I remind her.
“But…” She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes swirling with a mixture of fear and lust. Yeah, she might be afraid, but something close to excitement glitters beneath those emotions.
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.” I place a kiss against her shoulder, then another, until she finally loosens up and releases a loud sigh. Why does she bother trying to fight me? I’m always going to win.
“It’s just you and me,” I whisper into the shell of her ear while I take myself into my free hand and drag the mushroom head of my cock through her sopping slit. She sucks in a gasp through gritted teeth, stiffening at my touch against her sensitive folds.
“Is your pussy hungry for my cock?” I taunt, teasing her opening. It’s fucking torture, having to hold myself back, but her frustrated groans make it worthwhile.
“Yes. Yes, please!”
“Please, what? What do you want me to do to you?” I lean forward, pinning her to the glass, flattening her tits against it. “Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please,” she nearly sobs. “Please, fuck me. Callum, please.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? Even with all those people down there?”
“Yes! Please, oh, please, I need you. Please, fuck me.”
Her begging breaks my resolve. With a single thrust of my hips, the head of my cock slides inside of her. Our height difference makes it difficult to get the perfect angle, so I bend my knees a bit and slide even deeper.
“Oh…” Her hands splay against the glass, looking for something to grasp onto. I can feel her entire body tense. I doubt she’s ever taken a cock as thick or as big as mine. “Callum… you’re too big. It hurts. So… big!”
“Shhh,” I soothe, my lips against her shoulder. “If I have to spend all night working myself inside you, I will. I don’t care how long it takes. I won’t stop till I see your cunt swallowing every inch of my cock.”
Bianca’s body shivers against mine, and some of the tension eases out of her. I encircle her hips in my grasp and lift her to make it a little easier for her to take me. She’s so small and tight. The last thing I want to do is break her, but no matter what, she’ll take all of me.
Her muscles flutter around my length, and the pleasure makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Your pussy is perfect, so tight and warm,” I praise and inch a little deeper.
She whimpers, and I know I should stop to make sure she is okay and tell her everything will be alright, but I’m too far gone. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck her hard and fast. She’s struggling to take me deeper, but I’ll make her if I have to.
“You’re so big, it hurts. Please tell me you’re all the way in,” she whines at me over her shoulder, and her blue eyes look even prettier with tears shining in them. My chest swells, knowing that she’ll feel me for days after today.
“Almost, little bird,” I grit, knowing I still have four more inches to go.
Her walls grip me tighter, and I thrust my hips further, earning another precious inch inside of her. The heat of her body, her sweet floral scent, and the squeezing of her walls leave me unhinged. I can’t help myself. I need to be inside her the rest of the way. She can take the pain as long as I reward her with pleasure. Gripping her hips tightly, I press forward, stopping only once my balls press against her ass, and there isn’t a single inch of space between our bodies.
“I’m so fucking consumed by you, Bianca. I don’t know what’s up or down. I don’t know what’s right or wrong. I don’t care about a fucking thing except you. You’re under my skin and inside my head. I’m worried that if I don’t get another hit of your scent or taste of your body, I’ll die.”
“Fuck!” she whines and tenses all at once. “Callum.”
“I’m crazy for you, little bird. Absolutely mental.” I’m not sure how it’s possible, but her fluttering muscles draw me deeper. So wet and warm. I could fucking die inside of her. I pause, allowing her to adjust to my size, but I can only hold out so long. I’ve deprived myself long enough.
“I’m sorry, little bird, but I can’t be gentle with you. Not now.” I growl, and before she can reply, I’m moving. I pull out and thrust back inside her. The pleasure of my movements radiates down my spine—finally. I’ve never felt something so perfect. “Do you feel that? The way your muscles quiver around me? The way you struggle to take all of me?”