Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
It’s all falling into place so perfectly. Laying her down on the four-poster in our bedroom, I notice how small this place makes her look. Everything I have is so… big.
She squirms and purrs on the spot, watching me take off my clothes, doing her own version of the way I look at her. Yeah, it makes a man feel good to have some eyes on him, especially her eyes. The way they’re rolling and the rate at which my seed’s rising, I think we both know it’s time.
I move over her and feel like the beast about to claim the lion’s share. I also know that I’m bringing the two of us together for good—forging my line, our family line. Starting right now.
Jasmine’s arms are quick to pull my whole weight onto her, which is something I thought I should be mindful of, me being so big and all.
Once I see how much she likes it and I feel those soft curves slotting like pieces of a perfectly matching jigsaw puzzle, I know we’re going to be a good fit. It isn’t long before we’re spun together like human spaghetti.
Mouths locked, and the size difference between us, like the age thing, just seems to vanish with the other laws of physics.
I end up on my back, with Jasmine hunched over me, pinning my wrists to the mattress, both of us panting like wild beasts. Our eyes lock, and I can feel the wet heat of her sex dragging down my stomach, thumping with a pulse rate to match the hardness that’s waiting for her.
She takes her time once she feels my smooth helm pressing into her, eclipsing her tiny virgin entrance. Her eyes grow wider until that look of determination that’s carried her through life shows itself to me.
Loosening her grip on my wrists, her palms slide up against mine, and our fingers curl together.
I smile and flex my organ, both of us gasping as she eases herself onto me slowly. Her body shivers and trembles. Her heavy chest ripples in waves that spread over her, inch by inch, as she takes some more of me.
There’s intense pressure, and she squeaks with a wince that becomes an instant smile, groaning low and loud as she impales herself on everything I have for her. She makes me swell up inside her instantly, gripping her hips and helping them to rotate slowly at first until it’s clear that Jasmine knows how to drive a stick.
“Mine…,” I hear myself murmur, whispering repeatedly until it’s a deep growl mixed with her squeals, shrieks, and moans once she discovers just how much more fun having more to play with really is.
I’m watching her hair dance from side to side. Her ample chest bounces until I squeeze it, then marvel at all of her as I slide my hands down her hips, kneading her ass as she pumps up and down my slick shaft like a greased piston.
I feel like I’ll go insane if I don’t come inside her. Her maddening grin meets mine. The beads of sweat from her brow show me just how hard she’s making this work, willing me to come inside her so she can come again as well. It’s not a contest, and I know her first time certainly won’t be her last.
So when I see her head shudder a nod and feel her tight, not-so-virgin sex starting to spasm on my volcano cock, I feel our future rising from deep inside me. Her head falls back as she arches her back. My hands grip those hips, knowing now why they’re made so well.
“Jasmine!” I growl, grunting and snarling like a mad animal. The sound of her body hitting mine so hard as her whimpering gains a fever pitch until her whole body stiffens.
I groan aloud, certain that this is what heaven is. Knowing for sure that it’s what love is. More than anything else, I know I’ve put a baby in her. Maybe a couple, if that rocket blast is any sign, but Jasmine ain’t done just yet. The swelling of my organ to insane levels inside her sees her come harder than ever. Bouncing and shaking so much, I have to secure her to me—lashing her to safety by roping my arms tightly around her.
I pull her close as she keeps pumping my cock, determined to feel all there is and more, and making my mind as well as my balls explode.
We collapse into each other in a completely different way—totally spent for now—but I’m far from exhausted. I’ve never felt so alive.
Jasmine’s new favorite hobby slowly winds down, and once it’s down to a few shivers and some minor aftershocks, I pull the covers over us both. Holding her to my front and stroking her hair, I feel our hearts slow until it feels like one heart shared between us.