Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Then, he paused just above the clasp of my bra, his breath hot on my skin.
An electric current jolted through my body.
His fingers twisted the clasp. The bra slipped away. My breasts fell free. Cool air brushed against my hardening nipples.
He raised his head back to my ear and whispered, “I knew your body was a work of art.”
He slid one hand along my waist and pressed his palm against my stomach.
I trembled in his hold.
“I painted the image in my mind many nights.” Slowly, he slipped his hands up to my breasts.
I gasped when he captured the nipple and toyed with the sensitive tip.
“But, never could I imagine how soft, how sweet-smelling, how curvy, your body was.” He slid his other hand to my stomach. “Never did I realize how instantly addictive it would be for me.”
He dove that hand down to my pussy.
“Oh.” I opened my mouth in shock.
His fingertips danced along my clit.
I slowly twisted my hips with the movement.
“It’s going to feel so good, fucking you.” He lapped at my ear. One hand continued to play with my clit while the other toyed with my nipple.
“Oh, Ethan.”
“What do you want, Maya?”
“You. Inside of me.”
He pressed that hard bulge against me.
Moaning, I sucked in a sharp breath as he rubbed my clit.
“You moan so nicely.” His voice was gruff, husky, and thick with desire. “I’ll never get tired of it.”
“Please,” I begged.
Teasing me, he rubbed his cock against me. “What do you want again?”
I shivered. “I want your cock.”
“God, your voice.” He dove his fingers lower. “And I love how wet you are.”
My pussy throbbed.
“Same my name again.”
Breathless, I moaned. “Ethan.”
His hand left my breast. The opening of a zipper sounded behind me.
I almost screamed for him to hurry. Usually, I loved to feel some tongue action on my pussy first, but all those damned repeated moments with him had left me too eager, too needy.
“Do you know something, Maya?” He had his cock out and pressed against my behind. It was warm and thick.
I couldn’t stop myself from drooling. “W-what?”
Meanwhile, his other hand tenderly rubbed my clit up and down, over and over. “I want you to moan my name as you come.”
“Oh.”
“Can you do that for me?” He rubbed my clit faster, yet still soft and tenderly.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“God, yes.”
Surely, his fingers were soaked with me. Already, some of my arousal dripped down my thighs.
To my surprise, he stopped rubbing my clit, cupped the front of my pussy, and lifted me up a few inches from the floor.
I shrieked.
What the fuck?
He was sliding his cock into me next.
“Oh my God!” I arched my back, pressing my breasts into several leather bound books. Surely, they were priceless and expensive. Perhaps, the horny bookworm part of me got further turned on by that idea—my nipples on ancient words.
And his cock spread me apart. I had no idea where to put my feet. It didn’t matter anyway.
He held me up and fucked me against the book shelf, doing whatever he wanted with my body. And I loved every second, every delicious pound, every slide of his cock inside me.
Books shook.
A dark groan left him.
Pleasure rippled through me.
He moved his hands and gripped my hips, controlling the position, dominating my body more, and keeping me firmly against the book shelf.
“Oh.”
“Your pussy feels so good.”
“Oh.”
“So wet. So tight.”
He began pumping into me with unrelenting force, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.
“I’m going to make this pussy mine.”
The books around us shook in protest as he drove his passion deeper and deeper within me, until a primal groan of satisfaction escaped him.
The pleasure he gave me was almost too much to take. It had been so long, and even when I did have sex. . .it was nothing like this, nothing like him.
Yet, all I could do was hang by the leather belt around my wrists and stay in his grip on my hips.
He had all the control.
The shelves shook and rattled.
“Oh, fuck!” I shook and panted against the shelf while his cock pumped and throbbed within me, swelling and rubbing against my soaking wet walls.
Two books fell near us and slammed against the floor.
My legs quivered.
He slammed into me. “Oh, yes, Maya.”
The slick wet sounds of our bodies moving together filled the air.
I drowned in lust and desire. It was a vortex of sensations swirling. A storm of heat and burning ecstasy flooding me, washing me away.
“Oh, Ethan.”
“Yes.” He gripped my hips tighter, lifted me higher, and rammed into me again, making me bounce on his cock. “Say my name again.”
“Ethan.”
His thrusts became even more urgent. My breasts bounced to his rhythm.
He groaned out load. “Say it again!”
“Ethan! Ethan!”
“Yes.” He drove me down hard onto his cock. One hand shot up and caught my breast.
Fuck.
He squeezed my nipple, then tugged, and tenderly twisted it. “This is my pussy now.”