Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Goddamn, Samantha,” I groan, stunned at her utter beauty when she completely lets go. But I’m at my limit. Past it, perhaps. I pull my fingers from her, licking them sloppily, and when I sit up to rip my shirt open and undo my belt, I tell her, “Touch yourself. Keep it going. I wanna feel you coming when you’re wrapped around my cock.”
Her fingers return to her pussy, dipping inside to gather cream and then smearing it over her clit. “Like this?” she asks, smirking. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me and is enjoying the hell out of it.
I get my pants and underwear pushed over my ass and take my cock in hand.
“Want me to suck you?” Samantha purrs, and I have to squeeze the head sharply so I don’t come instantly.
I shake my head. “Can’t.”
She seems to understand that it’s not that I don’t want her mouth but that I’m about to come right now after waiting so long. “Then fuck me. I want your big cock inside me, Chance. I need it.”
She’s holding her panties out of the way, her pussy right there, and I don’t think, I fall over her, one hand on either side of her head as I slam inside her, bottoming out deep on the first stroke.
Samantha cries out at the invasion, and I grunt hard. “Too much?” I manage to grit out, praying she doesn’t say yes because I want her like this—powerful, hard, raw.
“Moooore,” she moans instead, and my soul ignites inside me.
I give her what we both want, thrusting into her roughly, my balls slapping against her ass. I feel her gripping me all over, her nails leaving marks on my chest, my arms, my waist as she tries to find somewhere to hold onto as I pound her into the soft turf beneath us.
She’s unlocked a beast inside me I didn’t know existed, and that side of me relishes the freedom of unleashing my primal lust on her. The power of the night, the woman under me, her breasts shaking with each savage thrust, her mouth open as she begs for more, harder, deeper. It’s freedom.
It’s power.
I grab her throat, holding her tight as I pound her mercilessly. “Tell me you love it. That you want me to fuck you on the ground like a dirty slut.”
“I . . . I love it,” she rasps around my fingers. “I love your cock.”
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You do.”
I growl, pumping harder. I squeeze her throat tighter, and she moans, grabbing my wrist when I’m on the edge of going too tight. For half a second, I go past that line before letting up, and we lock eyes. But then hers roll back and flutter shut.
She’s spasming, her pussy clenching again and again around me, and I can see she wants to come.
"Look at me,” I command, forcing my hips to still but staying deep inside her.
Her hips buck, trying to fuck herself on me, and I move my hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples sharply. She hisses but holds my hands there as she arches into them for more. She fights to open her eyes and focus like I told her to, and when she does, I can see that her eyes are begging for it, but I grit my teeth and ask her, "Are you being greedy? Wanting to come again when I haven’t come once?”
She nods, biting her lip at the scolding.
“You’ll come when I’m good and ready for you to or maybe not at all,” I growl.
She whimpers, and I feel completely in control. Right up until she drops her hands between us and grabs the base of my cock with one finger, making a tight ring around me and squeezing. It hurts, but it’s a good pain. Her other hand goes back to her clit, rubbing over it roughly.
“Or you stay right there—don’t move, don’t come, and don’t you dare fucking spill your seed in me—while I come all around you. Be a good boy, Chance. Let me use your dick to get off. It’s so much better than any of my toys, ya know?”
She’s lost in pleasure, almost mumbling as she taunts me, and I don’t know where to look. Her using me for her pleasure is so fucking sexy, and if I watch her touch herself, I’m going to come. I know it, I can feel it right behind the tightness of her makeshift cock ring. But her face is contorted in pleasure too, and it’s so fucking sexy that she’s got this filthy, creative mind.
“Samantha,” I warn, so close to falling apart. Whatever mirage of control I had is gone. But she squeezes hard, painfully so, and the edge slips away. At first, I mourn it desperately, but then I realize she’s giving us more time, and I enjoy the feeling of her around me for a little longer.