Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Moving until she was where I needed her, I reached for my cock and pointed it up while she positioned her entrance directly over the head.
“Slide down,” I ordered.
She did, coming to a stop when just the head was inside.
“Fuckkkk,” I growled. “Please, please, please move.”
She did, but only by a half an inch.
I squeezed her hips. “Baby.”
She gave me another inch, then stopped, panting.
“You’re too big,” she breathed. “You feel like you’re about to split me in two.”
“I’m not that big,” I lied. “You can take me.”
She was already shaking her head. “I don’t think you understand. I have a very small vagina. Think of it like a pinky size—swear to God, stop laughing!”
I couldn’t help it. She was trying to be so clinical and informative, but all she was doing was wiggling on my cock—which was only about a quarter of the way in—while she tried to convince me of something that I could tell just by feeling her.
“Vaginas are made to stretch,” I said, sounding pained. “And your pussy is going to take me, even if we have to work to make it happen.”
She didn’t seem convinced. In fact, she seemed downright disbelieving.
I didn’t blame her. Looking down between our bodies, I could see how far she stretched to accommodate my girth.
My eyes were practically rolling into the back of my head, because all that was sheathed inside of her was the tip, and the way she was squeezing and writhing was putting quite a bit of pressure on the most sensitive part of me.
“You’re like one of those Ekrich sausages trying to fit into a hot dog bun,” she continued. “It’s not going to work. No matter what you do, the hot dog bun isn’t going to be able to contain a piece of meat that large.”
I was almost crying at this point. A, because she was comparing my dick to an Ekrich sausage, and B, because I wanted to be inside of her so bad that it hurt.
She moved until her hands were pressed on my chest, this time pulling my cock slightly out of her to do so, and I lost it.
Rolling and pulling out of her all at the same time, I started to descend her body even before she was able to regain her equilibrium.
“Flint, what are you…” Then she trailed off as my intentions became clear.
If she wasn’t convinced that I’d fit, then it would be my job to make her see that it was possible.
I’d do that by getting her so sloppy wet for me that I’d slide right in without a second thought.
I’d get her so goddamn insane with lust that she wouldn’t be able to come up with her crazy comparisons of sausages and hot dogs.
My mouth found her pussy, and I nearly groaned at the taste of her. Sweet and mine.
“Fuuuuck,” I growled against her pussy. “You taste good.”
She gasped when my tongue darted out to taste the juices that were already leaking out of her.
I could’ve made it inside with what she’d already given me, but I didn’t want her freaking out while I was trying to work my cock inside. She was right. I was big and always had been. So big, in fact, that I’d had quite a few women look at it and immediately deny it fitting just as she’d done.
Though, when they’d bowed out, I hadn’t been that offended.
I wouldn’t let Camryn leave. She’d take me, even if it took all night to accomplish.
***
Camryn
Flint’s tongue was doing delicious things to my pussy, and there wasn’t a single thing on my mind other than getting him back inside of me.
“Flintstone.” I buried my hands into his hair. “Jesus Christ!”
His tongue. His fingers. His beard. Everything was downright beautiful.
He chuckled when I pushed his face into me further, urging him without words to give me more.
He gave me more by adding an extra finger and then scissoring them.
My body arched.
My mind went all white static, and my entire body shivered.
This man with his talented tongue, broad shoulders, and all-around bad attitude was doing dirty things to me.
I shouldn’t be letting him do this.
I shouldn’t have allowed it to get this far.
I shouldn’t…but I did.
I had.
I was so lost.
Lost in all things Flint.
He curled his fingers, and my eyes crossed. His tongue took a long, slow lick of my clit, and I tensed.
The orgasm that I could feel building was on the verge of being something I’d never felt before.
I’d given myself orgasms in the past. Hell, I’d even had sex with three men and kind of sort of experienced something that might have been an orgasm if it’d gone longer.
But what I was feeling right then? It had the possibility to be something huge. Something I’d never experienced before.
“Pay attention,” I heard growled.
I swallowed and tried to make sense of what I was feeling.