Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Hard.
“Ow,” I said around a nipple. “Nicely, woman. Or I stop.”
She hissed out a breath and tried to drop her hands, but I caught them and put them back where they belonged—right where she’d had them.
“No,” I ordered. “Keep them there.”
“I can’t promise I won’t pull,” she breathed, urging her other nipple into my line of sight.
I pulled away from one to go to another, grinning wickedly when she started to grind herself down on my length.
“Can you come like this?” I asked her.
She was shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Let’s try,” I suggested.
She keened, her hands once again tightening in my hair, tighter than before.
I allowed it, loving the way I was working her up so fast and hard with nipple play alone.
“Come,” I urged.
“I ca…” Then she was coming, the denial still on her lips.
It was at this point that I thought about how much I wanted this. How much I wanted her.
But there was something that I needed to warn her about.
“Honey,” I said carefully. “I’m not small.”
She lifted her head, her eyes still ripe with lust, when she burst out laughing.
In my face.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that, darling,” she teased before she slammed her mouth down onto mine. When we were both panting for breath she pulled back and said, “Now take those underwear off.”
They were off in seconds—at least, what felt like seconds, but was more like a minute because we never stopped kissing long enough for me to get her up off my lap to get them off. Eventually I was able to work them down just far enough for my cock to pop free and my balls to not feel like they were being constricted to death.
“Condom,” I asked.
We’d had the birth control talk, after all. We were both clean. But I still wanted her to have that option if she wanted it.
She was already shaking her head. “Like I told you, I’m on birth control. I have been since I was young, so I feel like I should really get my money’s worth, you know? Like I’m not taking it for nothing. My dad insisted all of us get on it…because he didn’t want to be having any babies running around that he didn’t want to take care of. Needless to say, when I was old enough to make decisions for myself, I got on the implant.”
She then held her arm up in line with my face, and I saw the small scar there on the inside of her bicep.
“That’s…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Overcontrolling. Overbearing. Annoying. Smart?” she offered.
I was aghast. Like truly.
“Did y’all show signs that y’all wanted to be on birth control?” I asked.
“My dad was…crazy. He was convinced that we were all going to get pregnant at the same time and start popping out babies, forcing him to take care of us for longer than he wanted to,” she grumbled darkly as she dropped her arm. “None of us were even old enough to know what sex was when we were put on birth control. I think we were all thirteen at most.”
“Jesus.” I was already shaking my head. “That’s…”
“Like I said. I have that covered.” She pursed her lips. “And I’d rather not talk about my dad right now.”
I’d rather not be talking about him, either.
I was sort of glad he was dead so I didn’t have to meet him and pretend to like him.
Was that really bad to think?
Maybe.
She looked down then and drew in such a quick, deep breath that I knew she’d finally seen my dick.
Damn.
I’d been hoping to get it inside of her before she’d had a chance to fully take it in.
“I…” She was looking at it with such rounded eyes that I didn’t know what to do about it.
Should I stop?
“Should I stop?” I echoed my words.
“I…God no.” She was already shaking. At what I now realized was anticipation. “I’ve never wanted to get something inside of me more in my life.”
I threw my head back and laughed.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I murmured.
Her eyes were liquid heat as she pulled up and poised herself above me with my cock at her entrance.
Then she started to slowly work herself up and down onto the tip, taking it slow.
Too slow.
I felt like I was about to burst, and she’d only managed to get the tip in.
I groaned, squeezed her hips, and prayed to the gods that were listening that I lasted long enough to get inside of her.
By the time that she was halfway down, I was losing it.
“It’s been a while,” I wheezed, feeling like I needed to explain what was about to happen.
I heard the smile in her voice that clearly let me know how amused she was with the situation.
“Oh, yeah?” she asked. “How long?”
“Long,” I said. “I haven’t even been bleeding any pressure valves lately. I found that I play better when I’m…full.”