Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She follows my commands, pushing my boxers down and taking my cock out. My balls are kind of trapped inside the elastic waistband, which hurts a little but also feels oddly good. It wouldn’t feel good at any other time, though. It only feels good right now because a little bit of pain equals so much more pleasure. But then she yanks it all the way down with her other hand, freeing them, and okay, I lied. This is better.
She does what she said earlier about her heels and wraps them around me, digging them into my butt, which is now half-naked because my jeans and boxers are barely half-on.
“Whoa,” she exhales, then flushes like she didn’t mean to make the sound. Not when she’s pumping her hand down my dick and watching with utter concentration, spreading the moisture from the tip down the rest of my length. Her hand is incredible. It’s so incredible that I could probably come just from a few more pumps.
“Need you…”
“Yes. Please. But you’re…really…big.”
I’m not that big. Like, not that big. But I’m also not that small. “I’ll go slow,” I promise her.
“How disappointing,” she teases, grinning.
“I’ll go as slow as you like.” I need something else. Something dirty for her. “Touch your boobs. Pinch your nipples. I want to see you pleasuring yourself when I enter you because I’m going to watch every single second of it.”
“Holy shit. What if I watch too?” she croaks.
My dick pulses so hard in her hand that she has her clear answer. She guides me to her, shimmies forward on the counter, and opens her legs wider. Then, she palms her breast with her other hand above her shirt and finds her nipple with her fingers. She must just have one of those lacy bras on. Or a camisole with no bra.
I’m panting now.
I need to slow down. But I don’t know if it’s possible, though. What would make it possible to be less hard? Hmm, creepy dolls. Oh lord, those creepy dolls. I slowly think about each one of their monstrous faces, but Patience put hard work into those. She made them a masterpiece of terribleness, and there’s an art form in that which is hard not to appreciate, even if they scare the shit out of me with their horrifyingly soulless stares.
Ahhh, yes. There we go. At least that bought me a few seconds. I’ll have to thank them one day.
Patience is warm and inviting, slick and hot. With a low groan, I slowly push my dick inside her. She’s the most at home I’ve ever felt or been anywhere in the world. Control isn’t currently a word in my sex-cabulary, but I force myself to do it for her. I watch her, just like I said I would, and the way her eyes practically roll back in pleasure, and the way her cheeks flush and her breathing bottoms out, slowing way the hell down, all help me roll my hips in slow, slow motion.
She catches herself and presses her nipples through her shirt. I know she hits the right spot because she gasps and starts panting harder. Her eyes close tightly as I push all the way inside.
“Wow,” she breathes. “Wow, you weren’t lying about your skills at all.”
“I hope I wasn’t, but I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You’re stretching me to kingdom freaking come, and you haven’t done anything yet?” Her tongue wets her bottom lip. I surge forward and kiss her, which pushes me even deeper inside her. “I don’t think it’s natural to be endowed with a salami for a dick.”
Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness.
“That’s very nice of you,” I groan.
She wriggles against me and lets out a tiny whimper while I steal another kiss. This time, I don’t let her go, and I don’t stop until her hands are raking my hair. I’m moving inside her because she rolled her hips against me first.
“Yes,” she chants against my lips. Her hips buck up and down and backward and forward. I can’t imagine what it would be like having her on top of me, losing control like this. Actually, I can at least imagine part of it, and it’s a good thing she’s panting and wild and nearly there because I’m about to lose it.
I thrust to meet the way she’s rolling her hips until we’re a perfect match. I scrape her lip with my teeth and angle down, suckling at her neck. Her shirt has to go, so I make it go. Easily. Her bra is just a delicate little fabric that is so lightweight that it’s sheer. It’s more like an ultra-tiny tank top rather than a bra at all. I bury my head in her breasts and suckle her nipple until the fabric is soaked, and then I move to the other nipple. I don’t look down again until they look like they’re going to rip right through the fabric.