Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Reaching between us to undo his belt, I brace myself for disappointment. His cock might look small in comparison to his brawny body, and surely no man can be physically perfect in every way. It’s okay if he’s smaller than average, as long as he knows how to use it as well as he claims.
I didn’t need to worry.
As soon as I unsnap his jeans, I slip my hand inside, over his underwear, and encounter a beast. It’s as unreal as the rest of him, and I have to explore further to be sure of what I’m feeling.
It’s impossibly thick, and it takes a while to survey the length of him. He lets out a low chuckle when he sees my eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. His massive cock speaks for itself.
I sink to my knees, pulling down his jeans and boxer briefs as I go. The beast springs free, and fuck — it’s really long and it’s not even fully hard.
My hand suddenly looks small as I wrap it around him; here’s another part of his body that I can’t resist squeezing. It grows and stiffens under my palm, and my eyes go wider still as my mouth waters for him.
The tip of my tongue darts out to taste him, and then I manage to pull my eyes away so that I can look at him while I take him into my mouth. He groans when my lips wrap around the thick head of his cock. When I swirl my tongue around it and tease the spot where the head meets the shaft, his eyes go shut and he groans again.
I take him deeper, and it’s a good thing I’m so full of enthusiasm, because I’ve never been faced with a member this big, and I’m not sure I can do it justice. I take as much of his length as I can, stifling a gag reflex before sliding my lips back down toward the head. He lets me suck on him a few more times before he pushes me back. “Too much, too soon,” he says, sounding pained.
Licking my lips, I look up at him, ready to follow his lead.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
I suppose that would be more practical, but this man has me so wet for him that I’d be happy with the backseat of a car, outside in the pouring rain, or literally anywhere else, and it really wouldn’t matter, because my entire focus is on him.
Maybe he needs to distract himself for a moment, though.
“Nice place you have,” he says, taking my hand as I stand.
My apartment is small and it’s nothing special, but I had tidied up with the hope I’d be bringing someone here tonight. “It’s fine.” I pull him toward my bedroom, but then realize I’ve been a rude host. “Do you want something to drink?”
He chuckles again, the sound doing something to my insides, and shakes his head. “Maybe later.” When he sees where we’re headed, he scoops me up off the floor and into his strong arms. If I wasn’t already swooning, this gesture would do it.
The smooth confidence of his movements make me feel light as a feather, and also like I’m something that he cherishes, which is a really strange thought to have during a one-night stand.
Looking the way he does, this man must have sex all the time, so I’m sure he’s not as full of pent-up horniness as I am.
He lays me down on the bed and settles over me, his head level with my hips. The only light is what’s filtering in from the living room, and the darkness makes things feel more intimate. I’m still in my pants, but Zane makes quick work of removing them, leaving my underwear in place. After nudging my legs apart, he strokes a thumb over my panties, down between my legs and back.
“You’re so wet.”
He wouldn’t have any point of comparison, but from the feel of things, I suspect I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. Every inch of my body is ready for his eight or nine inches or whatever measurement he has going on. Maybe I should be intimidated, but I am so, so ready.
He mouths over me through the thin silky fabric, and my pussy clenches as my back arches. I want him to take off my underwear, but they’ll probably just melt away any second now. His breath heats my skin as his thumbs stroke over my hips, digging into my flesh, and I’m just about to beg when he finally starts to pull my panties down.
The sound he makes when he sees me bare will fill my dreams for weeks to come.
3
BRITTANY
Is it possible he hasn’t had sex for a while? I’m confident in my body, but there’s nothing about my anatomy that is the equivalent of his above-average proportions. Nothing that should elicit such reverence.