Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“You took me in so good, angel. Your cunt’s gripping every inch real tight.” His words are choked, his eyes closed and his expression close to agony when he raises his head, his hips pumping shallowly against me. “But I can’t stop like I said I would. Christing hell, you feel too damn good to stop for even a second. Are you hurting?”
“No.” Not anymore.
“Feeling good?”
No. Just so incredibly full. I don’t give him that answer but his gaze rakes my face and he lets loose a harsh laugh, teeth gritted.
“I don’t even give a fuck right now,” he grinds out, those shallow pumps deepening. “Soon I’ll need your pussy to come hard and suck me off, but for now I’ll use this fuckhole as I was meant to. You stay real still. I’ll go slow as I can. Just keep those legs open wide.”
So wide. So he can use my pussy. Breath trembling, I nod.
Releasing my waist, he grips the bedframe, his hands on either side of mine. His height means that he’s not stretched out like I am but looming over my upper body with his knees braced between my widespread thighs and his gaze fixed on my face. Our skin’s not touching anywhere except when he presses forward again and his hips bump into my inner thighs.
And where he’s touching me inside. So deep inside. A whimper escapes my throat when a full-length thrust rekindles the burning ache, but the hurt eases even as he pushes into my tight channel again.
Above me, Stone appears in more pain than I am, his lips drawn back in a tight grimace and his teeth clenched. As if the effort of fucking me slowly instead of hard and deep is sheer agony.
Because my pussy feels too good for him to stop.
A sweet pressure builds in my chest. Because that’s pleasure I’m giving him. And I want him to feel so good. As my body rocks on a swaying thrust, I brace my heels against the mattress and spread a little more for him.
His head falls forward on a tormented groan. “Ah Christ, I can’t fucking believe what you’re doing to me, angel.” His body over mine forms a bridge of steely muscles and tensile strength, his arms shaking with strain as he sinks into me again. “But I’ll take everything you have to give.”
He’s the one giving, and I’m the one taking. Over and over, long and slow. Spikes of lust pierce me in the same rhythm as I watch ecstasy overtake the tight agony in his expression, as if a blissful drug surges through his veins with every stroke of his cock. Though he’s looking down at me, his eyes slowly glaze over, his gaze feverishly hot and unseeing. His jaw unclenches, and his chest heaves as he drags in deep, ragged breaths through his open mouth as if he’s drowning in the arousal between my thighs, the increasing wetness that I can hear with every thrust, the slickness that’s easing his passage through the flesh he claimed was so tight, so good.
It still feels tight. But without the same discomfort now, the delicious stretch as he pushes into me inevitably followed by the hollow ache of his withdrawal and the yearning clench of my inner walls, as if my body’s trying to hold onto him. All of me wants to hold onto him, to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his thrusting hips.
But I can’t bear to see his rapt, blissful expression vanish. So I keep still while my pussy takes every inch of his massive length.
Again. And again.
Pushing into me. So thick and long. So slow and deep.
A desperate whine builds in my chest. My thighs shake as I struggle to keep them spread wide, so wide, even though I’m unraveling inside.
All that effort is for nothing when his cock slides deep and an orgasm plows into me, ripping a scream from between my clenched teeth and jolting through my body like a stream of electricity. My spine arcs higher up off the bed, my heels digging into the mattress for leverage as I pump my hips and helplessly ride the heavy length lodged within me.
I’m still shuddering convulsively as my body eases back down—though not far. Stone is no longer holding onto the railing. Instead he’s braced one forearm beside my shoulder with his hand cradling the back of my head, and his other arm is wrapped around my waist again, his cock still buried deep inside my quivering cunt.
My ankles are locked behind his ass. Not spread open. But I don’t want him to stop.
My thigh muscles tremble wildly when I unwind my legs from around him.
A deep groan rumbles from his chest, his forehead pressing to mine. “Hold up, greedy girl,” he says raggedly. “Give me a minute to recover.”