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)
It’s his words, too, bouncing around my mind, turning into physical sensations of pure heat and lust.
I’m his. Only his. Nobody else gets to see me this way. Or him this way.
His hands grip my ass again, sinking deeper with more possession. I shift against him as his tongue flickers up and down, painting my sex in heat as I’ve never felt, not even the first time he did this.
I keep trying to suck him, but the hammering of the orgasm distracts me.
My clit is in his mouth, and he’s sucking, applying so much pressure. I’m shaking and opening my mouth, screaming around his cock. He starts to move his hips, slipping his length in and out between my lips.
I keep rubbing his shaft as he pushes my ass cheeks together, burying his face in my sex, snarling as he licks and attacks my clit with his tongue.
The orgasm hits me harder and slams me right in the belly.
I have to let his cock go as the moans escape me, the orgasm making me shake so much.
He growls as though saying yes, giving my ass a light spank, more of a pleasure-infused tap that only adds to the euphoria.
We stay like that for what feels like minutes, hours, or days. Or years. As we rock in place, it could be anything, his hands taking complete possession of my ass, his mouth taking complete ownership of my pussy.
I gasp as it leaves me like I’m saying goodbye to the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” Ben snarls. “Now roll over, Becca bee. I need to see you on your back, with those big juicy tits in your hands, ready for me to fuck you like the horny obedient virgin you are. Can you do that for me?”
His finger is toying with my pussy again, circling my entrance as though he can’t stop himself.
“Yes,” I say, even as my real answer screams unspoken inside.
I think so. I hope so.
I remember how big he felt in my mouth, like just a quarter of him was completely filling me up. And now I’ve got no freaking clue if I’ll be able to take him, all of him.
But my core is telling me yes, telling me to stop being so doubtful, screaming at me that I can do this.
Rolling over, I lie on my back, my sex feeling sticky and sore but in a good way. It’s like my body is telling me to chase more pleasure, to give myself to this man again.
But for real this time.
He looms over me, his chest muscles bulging, covered in a fine layer of sweat. I always knew Ben was going to be muscular, but it’s so different in real life, his body as rock-hard as his cock, his every sinew looking ready to erupt out of his tight skin.
He gazes into my eyes. His eyes fixate on me and me alone.
The corner of his lip twitches as he reaches down, his hand grazing my pussy.
“Are you ready, Becca bee?”
No, a voice screams.
“Yes,” I say.
I’m done letting nerves rule me, done letting them hold me down. I’m done thinking I’m not pretty enough or good enough or don’t do enough.
I want this moment. I want us.
And if we stop now….
The thought makes me cringe and want to scream, but I have to finish it.
If we stop now, we have to think about everything else. We have to think about Alex and the fallout and all that future pain.
But together, we can pretend nothing else exists, nobody else exists.
It’s just me and Ben, my man, the future father of my children.
The helm of his cock touches my entrance, my body tensing a little as though telling me there’s no way I can do this.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Ben
I knew she was tight from when I feasted on her pussy with my tongue, from when I was pushing my fingers into her deep hot place. But now I realize just how tight she is.
The end of my cock is already on fire from her shy little mouth, from the way she gently took me in, then started getting into it, bobbing her head and stroking my shaft as I indulged in her slit.
She turns her face aside, biting down as I inch deeper into her. Her pussy feels so, so fucking good, squeezing me tight, her warm slit ready to take everything her man has to give.
“Me, only me,” I growl.
“Only you,” she whimpers, reaching up and clawing onto my chest. “Oh, freaking heck. You’re….”
“Does it hurt?” I grunt, praying she says no.
I don’t want to cause my woman pain. Even if I want to pound her like she deserves, hammer her young body so her perfect tits bounce up and down for me, that doesn’t mean I don’t want her to cream and scream for me.