Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
She put the basket on the coffee table and walked away. I finished the muffin first. No point wasting good food.
Then I went to look for her.
19
WILLOW
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1fGOG3XXIQ
I was so angry my hand itched to slap her!
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at my white face. Just from the way Rex answered me, I knew he was lying. She had definitely told him something uncomplimentary about me.
I knew exactly what she was up to. It was the blue blouse all over again. Anything I had she wanted it, and if she couldn’t then she was going to destroy it so neither of us could have it.
How dare she?
I picked up my hairbrush and began to furiously brush my hair. I had made a date with Emma to have a quick coffee together, and now I felt too irritated and frustrated to go and pretend everything was rainbows and light.
The door opened and Rex stood at the doorway. I was actually angry with him as well. Why did men have to be so stupid and believe all her bullshit? I guess because they all thought with their cocks and not their brains. They all fell for her fake ‘I’m so small and delicate’ act and her big fake breasts.
“Why didn’t you put on your shirt?” I asked rudely.
His eyes narrowed dangerously to slits as he walked in and stood behind me. I was mesmerized by how his eyes glittered between his dark lashes.
“Because I have unfinished business here,” he said close to my ear. Then his hands closed around me. He unzipped my jeans and unceremoniously yanked them down my thighs. Cool air hit my ass, but it was not cold for long. His warm hand grabbed the flesh and kneaded it. Without warning he ripped my little panties off and tossed them behind him. He swiped his fingers along my dripping slit, then slipped two fingers inside. I inhaled sharply.
“Still sore?” he asked.
“Yes, but don’t let that stop you.”
All this time his eyes never left mine in the mirror.
I heard the rustle of a packet being torn before he kicked my legs apart and lifted my hips so I was balanced on the tips of my toes. Bracing myself with my hands on the vanity unit, I spread my legs as wide as I could, then tilted my ass out and waited. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and pushed deep into my pussy. All the way in.
I cried out with shock.
Perhaps I would never get used to how massive his cock was. He slowed for a second and sucked the side of my neck. I leaned back into him. God, I wanted him so much. I craved any touch he could give me. I yearned to have him inside me, to be stretched and filled like this, for as long as possible.
He lifted his head and gazed at me in the mirror. “Don’t let her get to you, Willow. You’re worth a hundred of her.”
“I am?” I whispered hoarsely.
“Damn right,” he snarled and almost immediately he started pounding into me. Pounding and pounding. Without stopping.
“My God,” I cried, as I struggled to keep standing.
It hurt, and at the same time the pleasure that was ripping through me was so intense, my legs were shaking. I clawed at the edge of the vanity to find some balance, but I was almost like a puppet without a will. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t stand anymore. My legs gave way and I started to slump to the ground. Instead of stopping he kept on thrusting as he followed me to the floor.
I was on my hands and knees, my legs tangled in my jeans, while he held my hips and fucked me even more savagely. Slamming again and again into me.
I take it. And I take it.
Until I could no longer bear it and the pleasure hit me so hard it blinded me. My orgasm went on and on. I cried out, maybe I screamed, I wasn’t fully conscious of what I was doing. And all the while he kept on fucking me, never slowing down until his orgasm finally took hold of him. He roared as his body slammed into me one final time. He went so deep I felt my body shudder. My eyes rolled back and I fell over the edge all over again.
It was indescribably beautiful.
I finally understood what they meant when they called an orgasm the ‘little death’. When he pulled out, I crawled away from him, my jeans still tangled around my ankles, and leaned against the cold marble wall. I was reeling from the shock of how powerful and explosive the experience had been. I’d never known sex could ever be like that. Nothing I’d watched or read ever hinted of this.