Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Be a good girl for me,” I encourage alongside a faster stroke. “Show me you can take it.”
Her muscles eagerly swell in spite of the whimper she gives in objection.
Persistent pounding is met by even more persistent pulsations from her pussy that are accompanied by white hot wetness soaking my nuts. Those sensations alone are enough to get me groaning louder; however, it’s the way they spank her ass that truly has me curling my toes into the hardwood to stop from coming too soon. Wanting to pop her backside but needing my grip to remain where it is pushes me to pump faster.
More ferocious.
To work my entire lower half into the mix to insure she’s getting the slaps I wish my hands were delivering.
“Too much!” Bunny whines while kicking her heels into my kidneys, body in total disagreement of the words she’s squeaking.
“Not enough,” I argue and increase my speed, propelling myself with everything I have, determined to tap her g-spot during every stroke. To compel her clit to bump against me on each bang. To force her senses to be overloaded and overwhelmed without an ounce of remorse so that she can’t catch her breath let alone keep her eyes open. “It’s not enough until you’re fucking screaming on my cock.”
And then she is.
Screaming and coming and coming and screaming and scraping at the sheets as her sopping wet muscles suck me in deeper and deeper.
Worship my cock the way they fucking should.
Become devoted to every goddamn stretch and split and sloppy thrust savagely executed.
“Such a good girl coming for me.”
Bunny shouting my name in an airy secession while her pussy swells over and over and over again results in my knees knocking together. I continue to jerk her into my increasingly less stable actions and convince myself not to get swept away by the sight of her dark, pointed nipples swaying to the same undulating movement of her hips.
Plead with my dick not to be distracted by the way she won’t stop shaking.
The way she can’t stop struggling to breathe.
How desperate she is to momentarily shut her legs.
“Reward me…” she quietly begs, lifting her hooded brown gaze to meet my blue. “Reward me for being your good girl, Kipp.”
Sweltering streams of cum thoughtlessly shoot from me at the same time my head lulls backwards. “Fuckkkkkkkkk!”
What’s typically a couple of thick bursts becomes a lot more pretty quickly. One after another feeds her still twitching muscles, unable to stop, refusing to stop, dedicated to not stopping, until her warm palms are anxiously pressing on my lower stomach to separate us.
At that point, my blurry vision leaves the ceiling to witness the cum beginning to leak free.
An almost inhuman growl is attached to me mercilessly shoving two fingers deep inside the space I just left instantly reclaiming it. Her. “You wanted that reward…” The digits wedge themselves further causing her breath to catch and muscles to clamp down. “You fucking keep it, baby.”
Chapter 10
Bunny
“Why are you doing this to me?” Kipp questions, amusement and exasperation intertwined in his warm tone.
“Because you took away the car mag, I was originally doing it to,” I answer while starting another capital K directly next to the lowercase d I just finished.
“Yeah, I didn’t think that Ferrari you were giving a custom paint job to would’ve appreciated it.” The mirth in his voice curls the corners of my lips upward. “My gut was sayin’ ‘small dick’ written all over it was defeating the purpose of his purchase and the article about its performance.”
My gaze cuts upward to meet his. “They wrote a whole article about how much he sucks in bed? Ouch.”
“The car’s performance. Not his.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Absolutely sure?”
“Yeah.”
“A thousand percent sure?”
“You just like the sound of my voice, huh?”
I do.
Especially when he’s calling me a good girl and making me come.
Three times in one day isn’t exactly a record but add it to the two rounds I went with Nolan earlier, and it most certainly fucking is.
At least for me.
I haven’t gotten off that many times alone in fucking years.
And with another person or people ever.
“I’m just saying…what if the article was a giant metaphor for how well he puts it down between the sheets?” Resuming my doodling thoughtlessly occurs. “Or…how well he doesn’t?” I darken the lines on the first letter, black ink seeping nicely into his creamy vanilla skin. “What if it was like an ode to his sex drive versus the way his actual car drives?”
“I doubt it.”
“Because you think dudes don’t gloat about how well they fuck?”
“Because I don’t think we use metaphors to do it.”
Small snickers are followed by me moving onto the next letter. “Fair.”
“Seriously though,” Kipp carefully adjusts himself on the tattered dark gray cloth couch, clearly not wanting to mess up my so-called art in progress, “why the constant writing?” A small pause passes prior to him investigating further. “Is it a…nervous tick? Anxious habit? Coping mechanism?”