Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I lean up so I can stare down at her. At her breasts settling voluptuously against the side of her body, at her belly that will one day hold my children, further down, at her thick thighs split apart, and then at my cock buried all the way. Her face is the sweetest part, her wide eyes and her pursed lips.
“Oh my God,” she moans. “This is it. Everything—”
She cuts herself off, grinning.
“Everything I want. Here. N-now.”
The faltering of her voice makes me wilder. It’s timed perfectly with the fluttering of her petals, squeezing my cock like she’s trying to make me erupt. Slowly, I slide out of her, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, watching the desire work through her expression.
“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she whimpers when I tease her hole with my tip.
“No. You just lost it to the only man who’ll ever get to do this.”
I grind into her hole, quicker this time, firmer, with more hunger infusing the movement. Driving my hips toward her, my cock into her, deeper, more intimate. No space between us at all for a bright moment buried deep and then out, feeling every inch of her clutching me like a hot fist, desperate to keep me inside of her.
When she starts bouncing in time with me, I almost lose it. She nods, biting her lip as if she can read my mind.
“G-good?” she whimpers.
“Fucking perfect,” I roar, shifting my hips faster.
Her moans get louder as she bounces up and down, and then she does something that causes more seed to burst up to my helm. Her hands push her tits together.
She does it even more when I groan, squeezing her fingers around her nipples.
“You… know…”
“What I’m doing,” she yells, nodding, almost screaming in lust. “Hmm-mm. Just for y-you.”
I pound into her, both of us so slick I can push all the way inside of her. I knew her body could take me, especially once she felt the undeniable connection.
She grabs my shoulder, then snatches her hand away when she realizes it’s the one with the raw, fresh tattoo.
“Grab it,” I tell her in the chaos of our lust. “It’s a part of you… your w-work…”
I struggle to speak as she grabs my shoulder again, rocking with me, bouncing up and down as I hammer her harder. I’ve never been this captivated by anything, this focused, not even in battle. There’s only my woman.
We lose ourselves in the flow of each other’s bodies, her hips moving down when I thrust up, meeting in a sweet spot that sends pleasure wrapping around my dick, which is getting bigger, pulsing, seed pushed right up against my end.
“Ah, ah,” she yells, clinging to the back of my neck now.
She guides my gaze to hers as we move with more passion, and then she gets this mischievous smile on her face, her lips twitching playfully. I can see the smile even while she’s moaning and her lips twist.
“My c-crush,” she gasps. “Yeah, my c-crush is f-fucking me.”
“You naughty girl.”
I growl, slipping out of her, grabbing her hips, bending her over, and getting the best view a man could ever imagine. This is only for me—the globes of her ass, one still pink from my spanking, her thighs drenched with her desire, her hole fluttering, an eager, tight slit that needs to be fucked again. Stepping forward, I guide my cock to her hole, then spank her ass and slide into her, watching her ass ripple. My cock disappears into her, and I start drilling her.
“Say it again,” I snarl, pounding her now, her ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling against my abs, her hands buried in the sheets as I hammer her harder.
“My crush,” she yells.
I spank her other ass cheek, giving it a soft blush, much lighter than her other one.
“I’m f-fucking m-my c-crush…”
She tightens around my dick the next time I spank her, and I know she can feel the love in each stinging love tap, but that’s only a part of it for me. The rest is pure goddamn savagery. Her ass is flushed like her cheeks, nervous, excitable, and mine. I spank her again, and she whimpers, looking at me over her shoulder. “I didn’t say anything.”
“That was just because I wanted to.”
When I spank her again, she smiles and pushes back against me, causing her ass cheeks to ripple even more attractively. I’m obsessed with the motion of them and her size.
So perfect for pounding. For childbearing. For everything I want.
“I always dr—”
I hold my hand up, about to spank her, but she can’t finish it. Dreamed, she was going to say, another hint at the crush, but then her voice breaks off into a scream of release. I stare down, unable to look away, at the river of come squirting down my dick. She’s creaming all over me, pushing it up to my base.