Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come,” she says. I slip out of her and flip her over to her knees, then slam into her from behind. The sound of her moans, along with my panting, fills the room. I wait for her to come, and when she finally does, I pick her off her knees and slam into her one more time until my balls hit her clit and I come inside the condom.
Once I slip out of her, I walk to the bathroom, taking the condom off and then kicking off my pants. When I return to my bedroom, I see Layla lying exactly how I left her. “I need a minute,” she says when she sees me. I lean down and snap her panties off her. I toss them over with her bra and then grab another condom out of the drawer.
Climbing back on the bed, I admire her fine ass as I put the condom beside her on the pillow. She looks over her shoulder at me, and again, I grip her hips and turn her around.
“You have to stop throwing me around like a rag doll,” she says. My mouth devours her for a second, and then my face slips down to her pussy where I eat her until she has come two more times. She’s about to come again when I stop and put the condom on.
I lie on my back now. “You said you want to be in charge.” She smirks at me and puts her leg over my hips to straddle me.
“Oh, I’m going to like this,” she says, sliding down my cock and leaning forward to grab the top of the headboard. She uses her legs to rise and fall on my cock. My hand rests on her hips and then plays with her nipples as she goes faster and faster.
“I’m getting close,” she says in a whisper, and one of my hands goes down to play with her clit. “Harder,” she says. “God, right there,” she moans as she comes all over my cock.
She rides it out and then collapses on my chest, and I roll her over with my cock still buried in her. “My turn.” I smirk at her. “Roll your hips back,” I tell her, and she opens her hips wider as she puts them on my shoulders, I lean forward a bit, going deeper than before. Her eyes close, and we both groan. I lean forward a bit more, my hands going under her, and I squeeze her shoulders. “This is going to be hard,” I tell her, pulling my cock out and then slamming back into her. “It’s going to be fast.”
“Give it to me,” she says as my mouth finds her, and my hips go into overdrive. I slam my cock into her over and over again, holding her shoulders and making her meet my slams. She cries out. “Miller,” she says as she lets go of my lips, and I suck on her neck. My thrusting never stops, and as my balls start to get tight, the thrusts get shorter and shorter. She comes again on my cock, and it drips all the way down to my balls. “This can’t be,” she says, and she comes right after, but this time, I follow her. Her legs fall from my shoulders to my arms and then onto the bed. Her arms that were around my neck fall limp, too. “I don’t think …”
“We still have a lot of night left,” I tell her, and she just moans as I slip out of her.
“I don’t think I can close my legs,” she says, just lying there.
“If you stay open for me all night …” I lean over and move my finger over her clit, and she tries to push my hand away. “Let’s go take a shower.” I grab her and carry her to the shower, placing her on the bench. I run back to the drawer, grabbing another condom, and when I go back, she is sitting on the bench with her head back. I turn the water on and grab the soap in my hands. “Let's get you clean.”
“Why? Does that mean you are going to get me dirtier before you actually clean me?” She stands, letting the water fall all around her. She moves her neck to the side as the water flows down her tits. I bring the bar of soap to her tits and wash them, her nipples perky and ready. I grab the body wash that she brought over last week when she showered here, and I pour some in my hand, the suds starting right away. I wash her tits again, and she laughs. “I think they are clean,” she says. I rub down to her stomach, the water making the soap suds more. I wash her hips when I bend to kiss her mouth.