Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
He alternately licked the sensitive skin and massaged my opening until I was a gooey mess, begging for more. Elliot delivered. He pushed a single digit inside as he sucked, probed, and teased my hole. Damn, it felt a-fucking-mazing.
I rested my head on my left forearm and stroked myself. I heard someone who sounded like me moan like a ho, but I couldn’t be sure. I only knew that if he put a second finger inside me, I might come.
Before I could beg for another finger or his dick, Elliot stood and kissed my shoulder. “This way, baby.”
He laced his fingers with mine and headed down the hall toward his room. I paused in the doorway and did a double take at the debris covering nearly every surface.
“Holy crap.”
My brain registered the sea of clothing on the floor, but I was too horny and strung out to care. I noted the neat divide of tastefully framed ocean-themed photos lining the walls and the chaos below, then stepped inside. To be honest, this kind of whirlwind was a lot for someone who categorically organized spaces he didn’t touch. What could I say? I had issues. But tonight, I pushed them aside and concentrated on important things, like Elliot’s cock and the ache of anticipation that made my ass muscles clench.
I licked my lips and stroked myself as I watched Elliot clear his queen-sized bed, tossing his comforter, sheets and pillows aside before grabbing supplies from his nightstand.
“Lie down,” he commanded in a rough voice.
“Is it clean?”
He chuckled lightly and crooked his finger. “Mostly. C’mere.”
I closed the distance automatically, gasping when he crashed his mouth over mine and toppled us sideways onto the bed. The second we hit the mattress, it was game on. We clawed and groped, sucking at skin as we rolled over each other in another faux quest for dominance. Truthfully, I wanted Elliot to own me. I didn’t want to control or think or worry. I might be better at details, but Elliot excelled at the art of living in the moment. And he obviously knew what he was doing.
He drew my hands over my head, rocking his pelvis against mine as he tongue-fucked my mouth. The insistent slide of our erections and the feverish kiss were pure bliss. Elliot was a big man, but I was too. And somehow his weight and size turned me on…maybe even added an unexpected element. I’d never been with anyone who might physically overpower me. Knowing he could was crazy hot to me.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer and lifting my hips. Elliot broke for air and released my hands. He licked my jaw and my neck, tweaking my nipples until I groaned. I reached between us to stroke him. He thrust into my hand a few times, then rose above me, kissing my nose before sitting on his heels, between my thighs.
“Damn, you’re fucking perfect,” he hummed reverently.
I arched into his fist when he curled his fingers around me. “Mmm. I want you. Now.”
He nodded briskly and reached for the lube and condom. No joke…I actually salivated at the sound of the bottle cap clicking open. And when he pushed two lube-slicked fingers inside me, I moaned loud enough to rattle the windows. He finger-fucked me as he stroked with a firm grip. Not too fast, not too slow. Just right.
“How does that feel?”
“So good,” I panted. “Give me your cock. I’m ready.”
He licked his lips and nodded as he slipped his fingers from my entrance. He rolled the condom on and added lube. Then he positioned himself at my opening and pushed.
We stared at each other in wonder as he slowly made his way inside. I willed myself to relax and adjust to his girth.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah, but…go slow. You’re big.”
Elliot pulled out, leaving just the tip. I could feel his dick pulse inside me. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure and anticipation through my entire body. I didn’t want to beg, but I needed all of him. Now. Thankfully, he knew it.
He surged forward and finally began to move. Sweet and slow. He set a moderate pace, rocking his hips as he sucked my tongue and kissed me senseless. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him close and meeting him thrust for thrust. When I grabbed his ass, he pumped harder…and faster too. The bed squeaked, and the headboard beat a rapid tattoo against the wall as he slammed inside me. He moved like thunder. There was no way to keep that pace up for long. I slipped my hand between our sweaty chests and gripped my aching dick.
“You feel so good, baby,” he growled, fucking me harder.
“I’m close. Do it again.”
Two strokes of his thick cock later, I was a goner. I cried out, shooting ropes over my fingers and my lower abdomen. A massive tidal wave of pleasure pulled me under, and I trembled with the force of it. Half a second later, Elliot joined me, bucking fiercely as he came apart with a roar.