Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
The groan that finalizes her praise increases the rock of my hips. I pump in and out of her on repeat, loving how well our bodies move in sync.
When my sixth grind bottoms out at her cervix, I mumble an apology under my breath before rearranging the tilt of her hips so she can accept a little more of me without extra pain. “Is that okay?”
“It’s perfect. It is great. It feels unbelievably good.”
My thigh muscles clench along with her pussy when I add a flick to the end of my rolls. As I drive her to the brink, her fingers clench around my hand while her toes dig into my ass. We move as one for the next several minutes, our pace a little slower than the other times we’ve slept together.
“Oh… oh… oh…” Octavia moans on repeat, her screams lyrical gold to my ears.
While driving into her deeper, I demand, “Look at me. Let me see how wild I make you.”
Her eyes open and lock with mine as a shiver darts through her sweat-slicked body. While maintaining eye contact, I rock into her again, pinning her to the mattress with both a lusty stare and my exhausted body.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her when she lets go of the tension making her body a sweaty, sticky mess. “Jack,” she calls out in a hoarse whisper.
Her moan alone is enough to race cum to the crest of my cock, but I hold back, aware her needs must always come before mine.
As she slowly comes down from an obscurity I once thought was out of my reach, she wiggles beneath me, silently begging for her hands to be released. “Please,” she implores when her soundless pleas don’t get through to me. “I won’t touch you. I just want to…” Touch you, her eyes speak on her behalf.
“I-I can’t. I don’t want to…” My words trail off when not even the disappointment crossing her face softens my cock. It grows harder and somewhat thicker. It truly seems as if she is the magic pill I’ve been searching for the past fifteen years.
Confident I have the perfect solution to our situation, I roll us over until Octavia is perched above me. After swiping the crown of my dick across her throbbing clit, demanding her attention back to me, I slowly push back inside her.
Her moan has me wanting to ram in like a madman, to mark and claim her like she will never be anyone else’s, but the flitter of pain in her eyes stops me. I take it slow, only giving her as much as I believe she can take and not an inch more.
It is a hard feat. She feels amazing wrapped around me. This is literally the best thing I’ve ever experienced—her warmth, her slickness, and the way she whispers my name as her body is once again overtaken by something far more powerful than any emotion I’ve ever expressed.
There are no negatives right now.
No wrongs.
Just two people with enough connection to power the lights of Seattle.
“Fuck, Tivy,” I murmur when she adds a little swivel to her hips. She rides me mindlessly with nothing but the thrill of her next release on her mind.
I let her guide the way, confident I’ll find my own release when she unearths hers. That’s how much power she has over my body. She makes previously defunct objects functional again.
“Oh… oh… oh…” she singsongs again, her pitch increasing with each moan she releases. “I… I… I…”
The sting of my fingers digging into her hips to still her swaying movements push her over the edge. She jerks violently, her grunts ramping up when I add to the pleasurable zap darting through her by rolling her clit with my thumb.
It takes her several long minutes to disperse her shakes, and when she does, her body is spent and relaxed, and her eyes are almost shut.
“I can’t,” she murmurs in a whisper before she dismounts my cock and rolls off me. “I can’t move my legs. You need to take it from here, Jack. I-I can’t.”
With a detailed explanation not needed, I rip off my dress shirt, adjust her knee so it’s bent in front of her and sitting high on the mattress, flatten my torso to her back, then enter her for the third time tonight.
It feels just as good this time around as the previous two.
As I rock into her with steady, smooth pumps, one of my hands slides up to her breasts to tease and fondle them. I tweak her nipple like the wish to come isn’t pulling every muscle in my body taut, positive I can work another orgasm out of her before focusing on my release.
“Jack,” she pants a short time later, her voice back to its earlier needy moan.