Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I can barely think as my muscles swell and my cock burns in the best way. Her hand moves slick with speed, just like in her kitchen. Hell, was that today? Life’s going to be separated into two eras now. The time before I knew Maddie felt the same as me and the time after.
“Is this good?” she moans, guiding her other hand to my balls, massaging them.
“Y-y-y…”
Yeah, I try to say, but I’m groaning too deeply.
Her palm is warm against my balls as if she’s communicating with my seed, letting them know that soon they’ll have a home. They’ll trigger our future.
“I’ll take that as a yes, huh?” she says.
Her sassiness heightens my obsession, even if I can tell nerves are still trying to cling to her. She’s fighting past them, pride whelming in me.
“Lie down,” I say. “I need you. I need our future. I need to slide deep, deep inside of you. I’m the only man who ever will, Maddie. Just me. Nobody else. Forever.”
“Forever,” she moans, lying back on the bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Madison
Okay, so this is really happening. Jacob looms over me, completely naked. His muscles seem somehow bigger than usual, his chest swelling, his abs a tight pack of tension. His cock is the tensest of all, an unbelievably huge length, his thick shaft glistening from all his precome. He stares down at me for a few moments, his eyes flitting up and down my body, and then he climbs onto the bed.
I gasp—I’m doing that a lot, but I can’t help it—when he lowers himself atop me. His firm torso beams his need into my body, telling me he’s as hungry for this as I am, but he’s got no nerves, no doubt about if this will work. I wish I could say the same.
My belly tightens as he reaches down, grabbing his shaft and stroking his tip up my inner thigh, across the same path he kissed before he licked my pussy. He leaves a warm trail of precome, and then his cock is pushing against my entrance, his tip feeling so massive I’m certain there’s no way we can do this.
He rears back, holding himself aloft with one fist planted into the sheets. I grab his arm, the one he’s supporting his body with, grasping onto his muscles as they bulge against his skin. Circling my hole with his cock, he meets my eyes.
“You’re going to take every inch,” he snarls. “I know you’re doubting it, but trust me, my beautiful, perfect, young virgin… my cock belongs to you as much as your hole belongs to me.”
Steamy stars tickle at my entrance when he pushes in, just a little, but it’s enough to widen my walls around his enormous length. I’m stunned at the feeling, like a kiss of discomfort, but with pleasure lurking beneath it, ready to erupt.
“Every.”
He pushes deeper, my hole widening, something deep within crying out needily.
“Single.”
More movement, and he’s gliding inside of me, my eyes getting watery at the new sensation.
“Inch.”
His torso strains even more on the last word, veins standing up on his neck, as his cock pushes all the way inside of me. He stays like that for a time, buried in my pussy, lowering his other hand to the other side of my body. I reach up, holding both his arms, feeling the power of his muscles, and the urgency of his desire.
“Are you all the way in?” I whisper.
He nods, his jaw clenched. “I’m filling up your tight hole.”
The kiss of discomfort slowly seeps away when he moves his hips. It’s like warm water washing away any doubts, any hints of pain, anything that isn’t good, and welcome, and us.
The unique sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Hell, that’s obvious for a virgin, but it still strikes me how different it is. How instantly addictive.
He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every shift of his cock, his gigantic girth pushing against the walls of my pussy, as though his lust is making his cock even bigger inside of me. Once he’s almost all the way out, I feel the absence, my deep-within place hungry for him to return. He tilts his head, smirking tightly, the corner of his lip twitching as if he’s holding back a roar.
“W-What?” I whimper.
“You,” he snarls. “You want it back, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want it, Jacob. Every. Single—”
Before I can say inch, he glides inside of me again, forcing his length right to his base. My walls feel like they’re squeezing his shaft, holding on like my body knows we have to keep this man. We can’t ever let him go.
After that, he slides out again, then in. We rock like that, finding the music of our desire, as all the discomfort becomes a distant memory and searing pleasure takes its place. He grinds against my hole, fluttering steaminess kissing my insides. It’s like every inch of his cock is coated in heat, his entire length emitting flickers of fire caressing my pussy.