Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, trying to squirm away, but he won’t let me. He’s trembling again, clutching at my hip with his other hand. As his erection slides in, it presses his finger against my prostate, turning my insides to liquid heat. I tentatively clench my internal muscles around him and pleasure shoots through my channel. Rex convulses against my back, groaning. I can’t take much more of this. I feel wracked on Rex’s cock and finger, my whole body straining simultaneously to get away and to move closer. I can hear myself moaning brokenly but it sounds like it’s coming from miles away. The water sounds close, though, like we’re fucking under a waterfall.
Rex gives one more flex of his finger against my prostate, then slides his finger out. I’m panting, my legs barely able to hold me up. I’ve left my hands where Rex put them: on the door rail. As Rex starts to fuck me in earnest, long, deep strokes that fill me so perfectly, I let go to grab my own rock-hard erection. Rex, his hand now free, catches my wrist before I can, and guides it back to the door rail, squeezing his own over it.
“No,” he says roughly, and I groan in frustration, but can’t seem to form actual words of protest.
Rex pulls my hips up farther, so I’m almost on my tiptoes, and keeps fucking me. The heat prickles in my lower back and I can see my erection jump each time Rex’s hard cock slides past my prostate. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on not stroking myself off. There’s something about the way Rex tells me what to do when we’re fucking that makes me want to do whatever he says. It’s like he owns my body and controls it. And I let him.
Rex puts a hand to my belly, just above my groin, holding me tight to him. Then he starts thrusting up into me, changing his angle so he penetrates me even deeper. I can feel my whole channel throbbing with pleasure and a little bit of soreness from his powerful thrusts. Then Rex slides his hand down and starts jerking me off. The second his rough hand closes around my erection, I’m done for. My balls are pulled up so tight I can’t believe I haven’t come yet, and every nerve ending in my body feels electric. Rex thrusts into me a few more times, and my orgasm shoots through me, the fingers of pleasure stroking me inside and out, pushed out of me by Rex’s cock and pulled from me by his hand.
My whole body clenches in white-hot pleasure and I can hear Rex cry out, distantly, as I clench around him. His hand is shaky on my cock as he gives a few last thrusts, and then he’s coming too, legs trembling, chest heaving, and cock branding me inside with heat. My own cock gives a final, sympathetic pulse, a few last beads of pleasure welling from me as Rex collapses on my back, his breath loud in my ear.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans against my neck, and he slides out of me in a rush of heat, leaving me feeling empty in his wake.
I feel wrung out, my opening still spasming a little as Rex’s come slides out of me. I have the absent thought that I should find that disgusting, but actually it’s really hot to feel evidence of his pleasure still inside me.
Rex spins me around and pulls me to him, kissing my mouth. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, trying to communicate how good he made me feel.
Our kisses turn lazy and we get out of the shower shakily, our eyes meeting in the mirror as we pull our clothes back on. It’s only as we leave the bathroom that I realize we didn’t even wash our hair or anything. Not that I could possibly care about that now. I’m so warm and satisfied, as if Rex fucked the stress right out of me.
In fact, I’m in such a postorgasmic haze that I barely notice Rex asking if I want breakfast, just mindlessly trailing after him into the kitchen.
“I need to do laundry and go to the store,” I say, half to myself. “I haven’t done anything but grade all week and I have no clean clothes, nothing to eat at my house.”
“You can do it here, if you want,” Rex offers, pushing a mug of coffee I didn’t see him make toward me across the counter. I sink onto one of the stools to drink it and immediately change my mind as my tender ass meets the hard wood.
Rex must see my wince because he kisses me in a way that would be creepy and possessive if he were someone else but, because he’s Rex, is possessive and hot.