Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
What happens next is inevitable.
Carter presses one finger against my asshole while, at the same time, he thrusts so hard that my body has no other option but to surrender to ecstasy. Closing my eyes, I let moan after moan escape from my lips, an orgasm raging through my body and beating every single one of my nerve endings into submission.
“Oh God, oh God,” I repeat over and over, my brain short-circuiting as it tries to process the pleasure consuming him.
“God has nothing to do with this,” Carter whispers against my ear, hooking his fingers on the straps of my dress and pulling them down my shoulders. He pushes my dress down to my waist, bunching it up, and then leans forward and buries his face in my cleavage, running his tongue on the valley between my breasts. His hands slide up from my ass to between my shoulder blades and, losing no time, he unhooks my bra and yanks it off my body with one quick tug.
My skin prickles as my hard nipples reveal themselves and, allowing instinct to kick in, I lean forward and press my right breast against Carter’s mouth. Parting his lips, he allows my nipple inside his mouth and twirls around it with his tongue, lapping and sucking at it hungrily.
“I want more of that cock of yours, daddy,” I find myself whispering, softly rocking my hips against him and trembling as I feel his thickness pulsing against my inner walls.
“Of course you do,” he replies, softly allowing my nipple out of his mouth and looking me in the eye. Turning around, he lays me down on the couch, and that without taking his cock out of my pussy. I lace my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, and tangle my fingers in his hair.
“I can’t get enough of you, I just can’t,” he breathes out, his mouth finding mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues dancing around one another as Carter starts building a slow rhythm, gently sliding his cock in and out of me. Our lips don’t part as he fucks me, our mouths hungry for a kiss while our bodies devour each other.
Our rhythm starts slow, but it doesn’t take long for it to grow into something else. Before I know it, Carter is already pistoning into me hard, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Pulling away from his kiss, I press my forehead against his and just look into his eyes as he fucks me, his cock relentless moving in and out of my pussy. Our bodies are locked together and, in their frenzied pace, they become one. I know, I know… Such a chichéd thing to say, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
“I love the way... Daddy’s cock fills me up,” I whisper, my lips against Carter’s hair. My hands go around the side of his body and I claw at his back, running my fingernails along the ridge of his spine. “I love the way… Daddy fucks me,” I continue, digging my fingernails deep into his flesh.
“Fuck, Eliza… You drive me crazy,” he replies with a groan. “You and this tight pussy of yours,” he continues, his thrusts becoming so fierce that, even though I open my mouth to offer him a reply, all that leaves me is a hard scream of utter delight.
“D-don’t stop,” I finally manage to say, shutting my eyes as I feel my pussy tightening around his shaft, electricity pooling in my muscles. I can feel the pressure building up on the back of my mind, and it’s as if a fuse has been lit… There’s an orgasm looming on the horizon, and it’s coming for me with a promise of violence and pleasure.
When it finally explodes inside of me, it’s as if my own soul has caught fire. My legs and arms grow limp, and I let go of Carter as my muscles start to twitch and spasm, a seizure of pure ecstasy taking over my body.
Arching my back, I let the orgasm ripple through me, waves of fire and electricity consuming and devouring me with an intensity I only found out could exist the moment Carter and Derek stepped into my life. But now there’s only Carter and … no, I can’t go there. I can’t start thinking of him right now.
“More,” I breathe out, pushing Carter back and forcing him to sit up. I need more of his cock; it’s the only way I can purge these thoughts of Derek, push them out of my head.
“I like that word… More,” Carter tells me, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. Then, moving fast, he turns me around and makes me go on all fours. He knees down behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, and then presses the tip of his cock against my aching pussy.