Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Doesn’t matter. He’s in love with me. He’s said those words only to me.
Part of me wishes I could take back all the other times I said it. Not because I didn’t feel it at the time, but because I know now that this is love.
This is true freaking love.
“You’ve got a great ass, Rory.” He gives it a light slap.
A tingle pops through me—as if all the cells in my body explode like popping candy.
Just a slap.
No one has ever slapped me before.
I never even thought about it, but damn… Those tiny tingly pops…
It wasn’t even a hard slap, just a little pat, really.
“Do that again,” I say.
“Sure, baby.” He slaps my ass cheek again.
Again the tingly little pops. I could so get used to this.
Still he’s giving me long, slow strokes, and again, I’m wanting hard and fast.
But he’s way more experienced than I am, and I want to know everything he has to offer me.
“Feels so good,” I say. “It’s…different at this angle.”
“Feels different to me too, sweetheart. And it would feel…”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
I close my eyes then. I’ll ask later what he meant. Right now, I want to revel in the pure completion.
He continues his slow strokes in this position, but then he withdraws again, and he slides me from my side onto my stomach.
Without spreading my legs, he hovers on top of me, slides between my cheeks, and embeds his cock in my pussy.
“Oh…” He groans. “So snug this way.”
He’s right. It is tight. Another position I’ve never tried with a man. It’s not altogether comfortable at first, but I relax into it. And I find…that it’s amazing as hell.
I am tighter this way, and he seems larger, which should scare me, but it doesn’t. Such a good slow burn.
Yes, I’m beginning to relish the slow. Sure, I’d still like a good hard and fast fuck, but this has its own merit.
He pulls out then, pushes back in. “Makes you so tight,” he grits outs.
“Yes.” My voice is but a murmur as my cheek is embedded in the pillow, but my body is on fire.
A flare of flames.
He continues, slowly…so achingly slowly…
Then, just when I’m sure he must be ready to pop, he withdraws once more, slides me onto my other side, and repeats the second position, gliding between my ass cheeks while gripping the one on top.
“Fuck…” he groans.
And it’s just as amazing as it was the first time, only slightly different. Of course it is, because his cock is touching my pussy in a different way.
“Different…” I sigh.
“Fuck, yeah. I get to feel every part of your pussy this way with every part of my cock, and damn… I wish…”
This time I know what he’s thinking.
He wishes he didn’t have to wear a condom.
Maybe I’ll rethink the pill issue. Except I can’t think about it now. All I want to think about is—
Smack!
His palm comes down on my other butt cheek, and it’s the same tingly pop, as if each tiny cell in my body is exploding on its own under my skin.
“Oh my God,” I say.
“I know, right?” His voice is low. “God, you feel good, sweetheart.”
Again with the slow thrusts, delicate sliding in and out.
And no longer am I wishing for the hard and fast strokes. I’ve settled in. I’m loving the slow.
I close my eyes, and I feel something nudge my asshole. My instinct is to jerk, to wince, but I trust this man. I trust him, and I want what he wants. So I ease into this new sensation.
His finger. He’s massaging it with his finger, and my God… With the slow and languid strokes… It all works together.
“Such a sweet little ass, Rory Pike.”
I sigh into the pillow.
“One day…” He continues to massage it lightly, poking his fingertip in slightly, but not enough to hurt me.
“One day,” he says again.
Yes, one day he’s going to fuck me in the ass. Another thing I’ve never experienced, but I’m sure he has.
I’ve been fucked many times, by men, and by women with a strap on. But no one has ever gone into my ass.
And now I know why I never let it happen. I was saving it for Brock.
“Is there anything?” I ask.
“Anything what, sweetheart?”
I sigh, my eyes still closed. “Is there anything that can be just…ours?”
He pulls out then, and I wish I hadn’t said anything.
“No, back inside me. Please.”
“Okay.” He slides in, holds himself balls deep for a moment, and then begins his slow stroking again.
“Talk later,” I say.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t go back to my asshole, but that’s okay, because he withdraws, moves me over to my back, and then spreads my legs, positioning himself between them. “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Rory. I’m going to lick you and lick you until you can no longer stand it. You’re going to come. And then you’re going to come again. You’re going to come and come and come, until you beg me to stop.”