Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I started to rub his head, oh, and tighten my muscles around him.
He groaned into my neck.
“I’m about twenty seconds from coming like a little boy,” he said. “I’ve never come this fast, even when I lost my virginity.”
Pace had explained that he’d never once gone without a condom. Hell, neither had I.
And it was safe to say that we’d both very much enjoyed not having to use one.
“Just fuck me again when you’re done,” I teased. “Extra lubrication.”
He pulled out of me and went up on his knees.
“Get on your knees. I want to be able to watch my cock get coated in your juices,” he ordered. “Fuck.”
I did as he asked, rolling onto my belly and then going up onto my knees.
When I went to put my arms up underneath of me, he stilled me with my face pressed into the pillows. “No, stay there. I like watching your back arch, too.”
So I stayed there, face buried in the pillows, and wiggled my hips for him to fill me once again.
He did, one slow inch at a time.
“Goddamn,” he repeated. “It’s so much better than I imagined.”
It really was.
“Like sinking my cock into a hot, wet fist.” He growled. “You feel so soft and smooth. Like silk.”
I moaned into my pillow as he fucked me slowly.
I was so lost in the sensations that I didn’t feel his finger collect my wetness. I definitely felt it when that finger circled my asshole, though.
I jolted at the new sensation, loving the way his raspy laugh filled the air behind me.
“Take a deep breath,” he ordered. “I’m not going to fuck it…but you did say that you were interested.”
I had.
I would’ve asked for it sooner had I known that it was going to send me straight into an orgasm.
An orgasm that pulled Pace right along for the ride.
When my muscles clamped down on his cock as well as the finger that’d just barely breached the tight ring of muscles of my ass, I heard him hiss in a breath.
Then I was too busy coming, hard, might I add, to notice that he was coming, too.
His hands were clamped so tightly on my ass that I knew I’d probably be sporting some handprint bruises in the morning.
Not that I cared.
In fact, I quite liked the idea of having them.
“When we’re recovered,” I said, wiggling my hips. “We’re doing this all over again.”
Pace laughed and twisted his hips, causing my breath to catch at the pleasure that was still lingering in my body.
I felt wet and sated.
“What do we do now?” he asked, his hands on my hips.
“I read an article about this on the internet,” I laughed.
“They didn’t go over this part in the romance novels you read?” he teased, still pulling out and pushing into me slowly.
“There’s never a mess in the books,” I breathed. “Sometimes they use the man’s release as lubricant for other things, but there’s never really a discussion on what happens—hence the reason I Googled.”
He was starting to get hard again.
Hell, I was starting to feel the effects of his slow fucking, too.
“What did Mr. Google have to say?” he said, pulling out slightly and then pushing back in.
I felt his finger once again at my entrance, and I started to bite my lip.
“Google led me to an article from a men’s magazine. Basically, they suggested that we have a towel handy to catch your jizz.” My breath hitched when he thrust his finger inside of me, this time all the way.
It burned. But it also felt really good.
Forbidden.
Wrong.
But oh, so right all at the same time.
He pulled back both his finger and his cock simultaneously, then thrust back inside.
I moaned into the pillow.
“Every time that I fuck my cock into your pussy, some of my release slides out,” he growled. “It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
I swallowed hard, then bit the pillow as he thrust again.
Then again. And again.
And soon, with no willpower or control whatsoever, I came.
It was luckily muffled by the pillow that my face was buried in, causing Pace to laugh.
“Oh, baby.” He growled low and deep in his throat. “We’re going to have some fun with that.”
Then his finger was gone, and his fat cock was taking me so hard that my knees were lifting up off the bed.
And, seconds later, when he followed me over the edge, his loud growl of pleasure filled the room.
Silence filled the air after that, the only thing making a sound was the rasp of our breaths leaving our lungs.
“So. Goddamn. Worth. It,” he said. “Best birthday present ever.”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow,” I told him.
“Tomorrow. Tonight. Whatever. Still, I’m counting it as my birthday gift.” He shrugged and pulled out.
That was when I felt our combined wetness trail down the length of my thighs. Seconds later, it plopped onto the bed.