Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Oh God,” I moan, unable to tear my eyes from the ten incher. “I can’t … I mean, I just don’t know …”
“Oh you will,” he rasps throatily, running one big fist along his length so that it gleams with fluid. “You’ll take me in all of your holes tonight, sweetheart. I know you can do it.”
Then he steps forward between my thighs, rubbing that massive length between the lips of my cunt, and I twitch beneath him, already gushing heavily.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” he groans. “Your little pussy is finally mine.”
I don’t have the time to react to his words because he pushes the tip of his cock inside me and then sinks completely inside with ease, my wetness coating his rod as my body strains with the intrusion. I moan as I feel myself being stretched by his wide girth, and he groans as he pulls back and then thrusts in again, his hips slapping against my behind loudly.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls while resting the palm of a big hand over my stomach. The thumb of his other hand rubs over my hardened clit and I jolt, throwing my head back as he begins to pick up a steady pace. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this turned on. Of course, I haven’t had sex in a while, but it feels like more than that. It feels as if Mason’s touching me everywhere, and I throw my head back and moan with pleasure.
“Oohhh,” is my breathless sigh as my pussy gushes again, coating his length. “Mmm, yes.”
He smiles mirthlessly, those blue eyes taking in everything.
“I love how your breasts and belly bounce in time with my fucks,” he growls. “Fuck yeah.”
Then Mason leans forward to pull me in for a kiss again, the new position forcing him even deeper inside me. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and his satisfied groans only add to the sensation. But before I can fully summit the cliff, my man pulls away and inspects his gleaming shaft.
“Fuck yeah, you got me all wet,” he groans. “Taste it.”
I stare and blink a few times, but then like a slut, I scramble to my hands and knees, parting my lips as an offering.
“Good girl,” Mason mutters, dripping slickly from his tip. Then he drags that helmet head over my lips like he’s coating my mouth with lipstick before slipping the tip inside. “Suck hard, baby,” he groans. “Make me feel it.”
My cheeks hollow and my lashes flutter down as I focus on giving this man the utmost pleasure. I never thought I’d be an eager participant in our arrangement, but that’s gone out the window now. I want Mason. I need him to blow, and I want to feel his cream deep inside my body wherever he chooses to put it.
Sure enough, we both come again and again during the hours that follow. Mason puts his cock everywhere and anywhere he wants, and I climax so many times that I lose count. Time goes by in a blur as he fucks me on my side, clutching my supple breasts, tweaking my nipples, and resting a possessive hand over my stomach. Then he flips me over onto my stomach, forces me to arch my back, and takes me like an animal as whines of ecstasy escape my throat. I cry and beg for mercy. I whimper his name, uncaring of how uninhibited I am, while losing myself in the moment.
But just when I think we’re done, my lover steps it up again. I’m about ready to collapse when he puts me on my stomach and once again forces my ass up into the air. My anus twitches in anticipation because he’s already been in there tonight, but I wouldn’t mind having more.
“You want it, don’t you, baby girl?” he rasps while pressing a kiss to my asshole. I whine again, and sure enough, my lover pushes fingers inside, fingering my loose hole slowly and stretching me out even more. I can feel his cock dripping against my calf as his fingers work me over.
“Mason,” I whine, turning to look back at him as the stretch starts to sting,
“You’re taking me so well, Chelsea,” he murmurs, those blue eyes glinting. “I bet you could take my whole fist. Do you want to try it, honey? Anal fisting?”
My eyes widen at the thought of it. “What?”
I feel, rather than see, the devious grin on his handsome face.
“You know what fisting is, don’t you?” he begins silkily.
Of course I do because I used to be a call girl before arriving in New Jersey. But before I can answer, Mason merely kisses my bottom before humming against that sensitive skin.
“Mhm,” he growls. “I think you’ll like it baby. Just give it a try, okay?” Then, he slowly forms his fingers into a duckbill shape before angling them at my back hole. His fingers sink partway into my bottom, and I choke before tensing.