Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I gasped and clung to his back as his girth spread me wide. I loved the bite of pain. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him so deep that my body would scream out for reprieve. Harder, faster, I wanted the ultimate claiming from this man.
He did not disappoint me, because that is exactly how he fucked me. He wasn’t gentle. This was not lovemaking. He fucked. He fucked good and hard. In and out, deeper and deeper. It didn’t take long before electricity was shooting from my pussy all the way through every nerve ending in my body.
“That’s right. Cum for me,” he demanded as my body tensed and milked his cock in my pleasure.
I mewled his name as sensations exploded from within, but he only kept them going as he drove inside of me at an even and steady pace, summoning another orgasm to surface.
He pulled out just enough to flip me over onto my belly. He then took a handful of hair as he spread my legs wide. He positioned himself between them and took me from behind with a groan and a tug of my hair.
With his free hand, he slapped my ass and said, “This pussy of yours is so fucking tight.”
I responded to his carnal praise by pressing my ass into him and meeting each aggressive thrust. My back was arched, my head pulled back, and my mouth open as I cried out while more pleasure rocked my body.
He continued to claim my body until with one final thrust, he came inside of me with a groan that filled the room with his completion.
I had never felt so content and proud of myself before.
I could make a man like Mr. D cum in such a way.
It was me.
I did this.
As he relaxed his grip on my hair, and lay on top of me, I knew I had slayed a beast tonight. I had conquered my very own dragon.
Mr. D was mine.
He would be mine beyond just tonight.
As his breathing steadied, he rolled off of me, reached under my arms, and pulled me up to the pillow and adjusted the blankets so they were covering me. Was he tucking me into his bed? For the night?
“Stay with me,” I said as I feared he would get up and go to the couch when he didn’t settle in next to me.
“We acted without thinking tonight,” he said, looking down into my eyes.
“I don’t want to think. Why do we always have to think? I’m ready to feel. To feel anything but what I’ve been feeling lately. I just want to fall asleep in your arms.”
He acted on my words and positioned us so that I rested my head on his chest as his arms held me to him. I could hear the beating of his heart, and I knew that minute that I made the right decision in crawling into bed with him. It was right. Others would argue. But for me, for him, it was right.
“Mr. D?” I asked softly, looking up into his eyes as he pulled the blanket up over my shoulder. “Can we not think of Black Mountain Academy this weekend? Can it just be us? You and me and nothing else. Just for the weekend. Then we can face reality.”
His face hardened and I saw such uncertainty in his eyes. “A break from reality sounds like a good idea right now,” he said.
11
Corrine
“We really should get up and start the day,” he said as he kissed me on the top of the head.
We had spent the entire morning having sex and cuddling. I could have remained like that all day.
“Let’s get in the shower,” he said.
He bent down and lifted my limp and satisfied body. He didn’t seem to find me heavy in the slightest, and I found the new experience of being carried by someone enjoyable. It made me feel safe, protected and nurtured. Like I was a delicate princess… too special to walk. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to carry me to the bathroom in his cradled embrace. I didn’t say anything. Nor did he. I just held.
He placed me outside the shower and turned on the water. Although the water shot out of the shower head at a bitterly cold temperature, splashing on us in tiny droplets, Mr. D quickly adjusted the taps until it was delightfully warm as I entered inside the stall. The water washed away the remnants of last night and this morning and washed away any signs of what we had just done. Yet, a pleasure in the most taboo of ways remained. We had sex. Mr. D and I had sex… multiple times.
He discarded his boxers and stepped into the shower himself. He was naked. And although I had seen him naked last night, this was the first man I truly had ever seen completely nude in broad daylight.