Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
He slides his finger inside of me, driving deep, pressing the heel of his palm against my clit in the same motion.
My moan comes out hollow as if he’s stolen all the air from me, and I push against his finger, chasing the pressure, the pleasure.
His mouth sucks on my nipple harder, his hand greedily massaging, the sensation adding to the tightness in my belly. Deeper than my belly.
My core, sending signals.
The thought should make me laugh. But with his finger swirling deeply inside of me, tickling a hot, sensitive spot I’ve never felt before, it only adds to the steaminess.
My core wants to please this man and give him everything he desires, so he fills me with his seed.
As the pressure abruptly bursts to the breaking point, I bite down, my walls going tight around his finger, my clit aching with the tension.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “You receptive horny girl. Come for me again, Becca bee.”
I open my mouth in a tangled cry as he slips another finger inside of me. Then, he starts to pump his hand, the heel of his palm grazing my clit as he sucks my nipple with even more possessive power like he wants to let me know I’m his.
I’m his, I’m his, I repeat over and over as the orgasm pulses through me, the sensation only getting more intense.
Finally, the melting, the shimmering, the aching passes, and I’m left a panting mess on the couch.
Ben stands up, staring down, his eyes glazed again.
He looks possessed.
“Squeeze your tits together,” he growls, reaching for his belt. “Play with those horny nipples. Moan for me. Fucking moan for me, Becca.”
I do as he says, my hands rising up to my breasts, sinking into my flesh as I gaze up at him. I can’t help but gasp as he takes out his manhood.
He’s even bigger than I guessed from the shape in his pants, a massive length, the end engorged and shiny with precome. Ben has big hands and gripping it at the base, he covers less than half of it. He’s huge.
I swallow, the dreamy future seeming more impossible.
How am I ever going to take all of him, my man?
I feel like I’ve failed before I start.
But then he strokes, staring down at my breasts, slipping the precome from his tip down to his base and back again, making his whole length glimmer.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Moan louder. Squeeze those fucking tits.”
I raise my voice, staring up at him the whole time, feeling drunk on the way he stares down at me. It’s like he couldn’t look away for all the money in the world.
With a carnal grunt, a hot stream of come explodes from the swollen end of his cock. I whimper as it splashes over my breasts, the warm liquid sliding down over my hands.
“Rub it in,” he grunts, as more come shoots out. “Make those tits shine for me.”
Another jet of come shoots as I massage my breasts, staring up at my man.
He stares back down at me, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk as he finishes his release.
“You really are the best, Becca bee,” he says.
I smile up at him, glowing under the praise, hoping I don’t disappoint him when the time comes.
If the time comes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ben
I lean on the kitchen counter, watching as Becca puts the tray in the oven. It’s a simple thing, cooking up some southern fried chicken, and yet it makes me feel like I’m living a preview of the future we’re going to share.
She wears one of my oversized T-shirts, her nipples poking through the fabric, her bare legs sticking out the bottom.
My manhood stirs, but my heart stirs even more when her mouth spreads into a smile, her hands on her phone, setting the timer.
“What?” she says, placing her phone down.
I look into her eyes, study her crimson cheeks, and the vivacity of her expression. Of every part of her.
“I’m just thinking about how beautiful you are,” I say.
She tilts her head with a note of sassiness. Just a note behind the chorus of nerves that still take hold of her every moment.
“Are you trying to get more…fun, huh?”
I chuckle at the phrasing. “Fun? It’s more than fun, Becca. You’re an obsession. You really are addicting.”
I warn myself to stop, something I’ve had to do several times since coming here. When I was between her legs, I almost told her that her pussy belonged to me…but I wouldn’t be able to stop there. Every single part of her is mine.
“But I am hungry,” I say, reading her expression.
My horny virgin is wearing a particular face. It’s a we can do more sexual stuff if you want, but I’m a little tired face.
I calm the predator down, the one that never stops howling from inside of me, reminding it that my woman is about a lot more than sex.