Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Your pussy’s fucking tight, baby. Gotta stretch you good before you take my dick.”
“I haven’t…I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” There had been opportunities, but I was starting to think I was waiting on him. Sutton and I had stopped screwing long before I caught him in bed with my best friend.
Rowdy’s free hand suddenly threaded through my locs before closing around them in a punishing grip and yanking my head back toward him. “Keep it that way,” he warned brutally. His mouth was so close I could feel his breath and the subtle scrape of his teeth against my jaw. “You understand me?”
“Yes.” The way his fingers felt inside me, fucking and stretching me out, I would have agreed to anything. “No one else but you.”
“Need to get deeper,” he said hoarsely. It was his only warning before he yanked his fingers out of me. I started to panic, but then Rowdy lifted me, turned me around, and placed me on my back. His hands roughly spread my thighs as wide as they would go until my muscles strained from the stretch.
A moment later, I had his fingers back inside me.
“Oh,” I gasped when his middle and ring fingers—his two longest digits—reached my G-spot while the heel of his palm brushed my clit. “Oh, Owen.”
He held my gaze as he fucked my pussy open, abusing that fleshy spot deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and every word I tried to utter into incoherent babbling. After a while, his hooded gaze dropped to my pussy where his fingers tunneled in and out, slow and deep.
God, yes.
I rose onto my elbows to watch our union as well.
The sight, combined with the sound of my arousal and the table squeaking loudly from our movements, was almost too much to bear. My tits were bouncing in rhythm with our fucking, the muscles in my ass clenching and unclenching as I rocked my hips…
The pressure built and built in my lower belly, spreading to my pelvis and making the muscles deep inside tremble until I felt this incredible need to bear down.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, no.
“Wait,” I managed to gasp. “Wait, we have to stop.” He kept going. “Owen, please.” When his gaze finally lifted even while his fingers kept going, I whimpered, feeling utter humiliation wash over me. “I have to pee.”
Damn me and all that water I had to drink. I’d already emptied my bladder, but fifty ounces consumed in under two hours…
“Come on, Owen, please,” I begged again, even while my own hips kept rocking and chasing an orgasm that would never come. It would only be denied by a more pressing need. A need that Rowdy ignored as he continued to fuck me.
He shook his head, licking his lip as if dying of thirst, and said, “That’s not pee, Atlas.”
What?
Before I could beg to fucking differ, he curved his fingers inside me, applying even more pressure to my G-spot while he ground the heel of his palm down on my engorged clit, making my eyes flutter wildly. “Come on, baby. Let it go. Be a good little bitch and come for me.”
“Uhhhhhhh!” I groaned when my pelvic floor muscles gave out. A stream—no, an erratic spray of clear liquid burst out of my urethra over and over, soaking the hem of Rowdy’s Henley just before he dropped to his knees, gripped the back of my thighs, and wrapped his lips around my clit and the imperceptible opening just below it.
Horrified, I tried to back away, but he tightened his grip, keeping me in place while he…drank.
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed again, gripping his braids and holding him to me when I still kept coming. Or was it peeing? I didn’t know.
My body spasmed out of control despite my reservations, and it felt like I’d never stop. Rowdy greedily and audibly gulped it all down like he’d been wandering the desert, and I was his only chance at salvation.
His words from before slowly penetrated the fog I was trapped in as I came and came and came.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get my water back.”
“God, please,” I begged for mercy when it seemed like I’d never stop coming. My legs shook wildly while my orgasm dribbled down his jaw and chin and spilled onto the table.
Finally, mercifully, whatever had built up inside me reached the end of its well, and Rowdy released me with a gasp like he’d just enjoyed a cool drink of water.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched him stare at my pussy in awe just before his head bent, and he cleaned my soaked pussy from anus to clit with a long, slow, and thorough swipe of his flattened tongue. “Fucking delicious.”
“You’re going to make me come again,” I whined and scooted away from him. I didn’t get far since I could barely move. It was an effort just to keep my eyes open. And my body was still twitching.