Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
My body quivers all over with his words—especially my pussy.
I nod, slowly sliding down on his cock. I want to take him all at once, but Ryder is too big, too wide. I look down and almost panic because it feels impossible. With as wet as I am, I thought it would be easy.
“Look at me, Buttons.” I bring my gaze up, our eyes locking. “That’s my girl. You’re so fucking perfect, Tillie.”
“I think you’re too big…”
His grin deepens as he reaches up to palm my breasts. I bite down on my lip because that feels good. Really good. His thumbs sweep across my nipples and that feels even better.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
“Mm…” I hum, words beyond me.
“Lean down here so I can suck on your pretty nipple,” he coaxes.
His hands felt good, but the thought of his mouth is divine. I lean down and puff out a breath as I do because his cock slips deeper inside of me. “Oh…” I whisper.
“Christ,” he groans, almost sounding like he’s in pain.
“Ryder?” I ask, worried I’ve done something wrong.
“It feels good, sweetheart. You’re squeezing my cock so tight I could come just like this.”
“Oh…”
The thought that he could come just from the feeling of being inside me—not to mention the fact that he’s not all the way in—makes me tingle even more. His lips latch onto one of my nipples and he draws on it hard. My head goes back as pleasure explodes inside of me. His fingers are on my other nipple and he pinches it, pulling and teasing it while suckling the other. I cry out as I tremble, and I feel him slide deeper inside. With each tug on my breast, I get wetter and wetter. I’m close to coming and I do my best to hold it back.
I don’t want this to be over.
That’s when I feel the hand on my hip disappear. I instantly miss his touch. I force myself to look at him. His hand is still teasing my breast, but his lips are gone and he’s looking down—where we are connected. A second later I feel his fingers sliding against my clit.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as his fingers work magic. It was good before, but with his cock inside of me, stretching me. I barely realize that he’s all the way inside of me now. I’m too far gone—completely lost to my hunger for him. I begin moving without thought, needing more. I’m close to coming. I can feel my climax just beyond my reach and I crave it.
“That’s it, Tillie. You’re so fucking perfect. Take us both there, sweetheart,” he praises.
I pick up my pace, lifting up and sliding down on his cock, riding him hard. Ryder’s hands come back to my hips, and he takes over. He guides me by his hold, meeting me thrust for thrust. When I come back down on him, he grinds us together.
“God, that feels good,” I pant.
“Damn,” Ryder mutters. His hips jerk up as he stretches up so his lips can capture my nipple back in his mouth, sucking hard. He rolls it between his teeth, nipping at it. There’s a sting of pain. It’s a sensation that nearly detonates me. “You're so fucking tight, Buttons,” Ryder murmurs against my skin.
He rocks into me, picking up the pace as he bottoms out every time, brushing against a spot inside me that sends my eyes rolling back in pleasure, moans wantonly falling from my lips. The sounds of sex fill the rooms—moaning, panting, skin slapping against skin, and the wet, sticky sounds of his cock tunneling in and out of me. Now he’s rocking me back and forth, not letting me lift. That’s more than okay. This might be arguably better—although everything is so good that I can’t fully process the differences. Pleasure upon pleasure keeps hitting me. I’m so full, Ryder’s stretching me and as I move my legs back, his cock rakes against my walls, and hits a spot that makes my pussy spasm.
A whimper leaves my lips as I can feel the swollen head of his cock roll deliciously inside me. I fall forward, my nipples rubbing against his chest. The pressure is mounting as he captures my lips, his tongue warring with mine as I inch closer to the edge.
“Let yourself go, Tillie.” His voice is deep, gravely. “I want to hear you. Let me hear you come.”
His words push me over the edge. Heat floods through me and my orgasm takes over. I squeeze his cock tight inside me, my walls pulsating around him, my head going back as I try to ride out my climax. I’m starting to come down, then I feel Ryder’s cock jerking inside me, painting my walls with his cum. He comes in waves, each more powerful than the last.