Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Her jaw is clenched and her forehead is scrunched up as I break her sweet cunt in, but I know the discomfort is not going to last long. I have to fuck her through the pain. Intense pleasure is on the other side.
After a few thrusts, her cunt begins to open up and she takes me in easier. Her face relaxes and she starts to get into it, moaning and grinding against me as I fuck her harder.
I slide in with deep powerful thrusts, making her moan over and over as she grabs her swaying tits and squeezes them.
“How does that feel?” I ask over her open mouth. “Do you like being stuffed by your man?”
“Oh, Dylan,” she moans as she clings to my shoulders. “You feel so good in me.”
I take a nipple into my mouth as I pound my cock into her in a firm steady rhythm. I’m trying to hold back and go soft and gentle. I’m trying to stay nice and calm. Trying to stay in control, but it’s getting harder. With every thrust, the need to empty my hot load into her and breed her ripe body gets stronger. I can barely contain it. I need to feel her cumming all over me.
“Turn around,” I growl as I suddenly pull out of her. “Lie on your belly.”
She’s desperate to get me back inside her, so she flips over and lies on her stomach with her legs together.
I give her ass a light slap and then I grab my wet creamy cock and slide it back into her.
“Keep your legs closed,” I tell her as I start to thrust in harder and faster.
“God, you’re so deep…”
I reach under her stomach and play with her clit as I slide my hard dick in and out.
She looks incredible like this with her blonde hair flowing along the sexy curve of her back and her beautiful ass in full view.
Her pussy feels even tighter in this position. I can barely hang on.
The bed starts rocking as I take her harder, thrusting in and out until we’re both crying out and on the verge of cumming.
“It’s time for you to cum on me, baby,” I groan in her ear. “I want to feel your hot pussy erupting all over my cock.”
“It’s coming…” she moans with her eyes squeezed tight. “I can feel it!”
I ramp up the pace, driving into her harder until I feel her pussy clamping down on me as she starts cumming hard.
With a carnal roar, I thrust my cock as deep into her virgin heat as I can and hold it there as my whole body shakes in a thunderous orgasm.
My hot seed pumps out of my dick and into her sweet little pussy. I picture it traveling to her womb and breeding her, which makes the orgasm feel that much sweeter.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper as she writhes in pleasure under me. “Pull it all out with your cunt, baby.”
She’s gripping the sheets as I press down on her lower back, using it as leverage to ram my cock as deep into her as I can.
When the last of my seed has been transferred to her womb, I slowly pull out with a moan. I look at my cream-coated cock, all pink from her virginity, and collapse on the bed beside her.
She reaches over and puts her hand on my back.
I have a week with her. A week to make her want to stay forever. A week to fuck her in every position on every inch of this room.
I’m up to the challenge.
I’ll make her never want to leave.
She’ll be staying here in the mountains with me.
Right where she belongs.
Chapter Seven
Ashley
My legs are burning and my lungs are on fire, but I push myself harder, sprinting up the mountain as I try to keep pace with Dylan.
He’s a machine. I thought all that muscle and bulk would slow him down, but the guy is flying up the mountain like there’s a rocket strapped to his nice hard ass.
“We can slow down,” he says with a look of concern.
I probably look so gross right now. I’m a sweaty mess and my wet hair is plastered to my slick forehead. Tina and Tiffany would be horrified if they saw me.
“You can slow down if you want,” I say as I squeeze my eyes shut and push a little harder. “I’m just getting started.”
The trail levels out—thank freaking God!—and we slow to an easy walk.
“Are you okay?” he asks, trying not to laugh.
“I’m great!” I say, forcing out a smile as I fight the urge to throw up. An urge that’s getting stronger by the second. “I love running up mountains. I do it all the time.”
I stop and put my hands on my knees as I take deep gulps of air.