Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He just starts fucking me, wedging his big cock into me a few inches at a time, until he’s finally sheathed to the hilt. “How’s that cock feel?”
“So good,” I pant. “Jesus, you’re fucking huge.”
He gives me a wide grin. “And you take every inch, don’t you, baby?” Derek slides out of me slowly and then slams back in, jolting me up the couch. “That’s right. Greedy little pussy, I can feel you clenching around me like you don’t want to let me go.”
I can’t believe this is happening. That I’m on the couch in this vacation rental, getting speared by Derek’s massive cock. It feels like a fever dream, like surely this isn’t real, no matter how good it feels. “I don’t. Don’t stop.”
“Mmm.” He abruptly pulls out of me and pushes me onto my side, settling down behind me. Then he’s guiding his cock into me again, using one hand beneath my thigh to spread me up and hold me open for him. “Open your eyes.”
I didn’t even realize I had them closed. I obey and freeze. I’d almost forgotten Grayson is in the room with us. Shame coats me, but somehow only makes my need all-encompassing.
Then I register exactly what I’m seeing.
Grayson has his cock out. He’s stroking himself slowly, as if he wants to make this last, and his gaze coasts over us, jumping from Derek’s face to mine, to my breasts, to my pussy…and Derek’s cock. His jaw clenches and Grayson gives himself another rough stroke.
Derek moves slowly, an agonizing withdrawal followed by a devastating penetration. “Do you like watching my cock sink into your wife’s pussy, Grayson?” His voice hardly sounds like his own. “You get off on watching me spread her wide and force her to take it?”
“I’d think that’s obvious.” His voice has gone low with desire, but he still manages to sound drily amused.
“Can you really see it from way over there?” Derek hitches my thigh higher. “Don’t you want a better look at how I’m enjoying your present?”
Grayson laughs hoarsely. “If you want to make that pussy yours, you have a whole lot of work to do.”
My face flames at that. Of course he heard. He’s a bare six feet away. Even if we’re whispering, there isn’t any other sound to detract from it. He’ll hear everything.
I just didn’t expect him to get off on it as hard as I am.
Derek shifts, sliding his free hand between me and the couch and hooking it around to stroke my clit. “Show your husband how prettily you come on my cock, Emma.” He sounds almost angry. “Then I’m going to eat that pussy until you scream my name.”
For all his anger, he keeps fucking me slowly. Derek alternates stroking my clit with spreading my pussy lips as if wanting me wider yet. Even as wet as I am, it’s taken more than few strokes to get to the point where he can slide into me easily. Through it all, he keeps murmuring filth in my ear.
“That’s right, baby. You like the feeling of my big cock inside you. So fucking deep.” His breath hitches. “Can’t get enough of this, can you?”
“No.” I’m writhing, but he’s got me too thoroughly pinned. He’s not moving any faster than he wants to, no matter what I want. “God, just fuck me, Derek. Please.”
He lowers his voice until it’s barely a whisper, these words just for me. “I’ve wanted you for seven fucking years, Emma. Seven years of vacations and listening to him make you come in the next room. Seven years of swimsuits just begging to be untied. Seven years of you looking at me a little too long when you get tipsy, inviting me to drag you off somewhere dark and taste that pussy.” He keeps grinding into me, his fingers stroking my clit in the way I need. “To do more than taste you. One kiss and we wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d be inside you just like I am right now. Fucking you while your husband is in the other room, totally unaware.”
His words make this hotter, dirtier. It doesn’t matter that they aren’t the truth. They’re just fantasy; the evidence of that is six feet away with his cock in his fist.
But that’s how I like my fantasies. The dirtier, the more forbidden and wrong, the better.
I twist a little to catch his mouth in a quick kiss. God, he tastes so good, I can’t stand it. It takes no effort to spin out a new fantasy, wicked and taboo. “I want that.” I twist back to look at Grayson, at my husband who will give me anything. “I want it to be wrong. Dirty. Like we shouldn’t.”
Derek goes still behind me, but Grayson knows me well enough to anticipate my needs. He raises his brows. “You want Derek to seduce you as if it’s the first time.” Grayson gives his cock another stroke. “You want to be bad, baby. To pretend that I didn’t give permission.”