Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
A crack of thunder snaps through the air, followed by a streak of lightning that lights up the room.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
He lifts me and grabs his cock. “I like a woman with manners.”
The tip parts my folds and dips into my wetness. I hover above it, holding my breath, feeling the anticipation reach a frenzied crescendo.
My thighs are sticky. Sweat coats my skin. I can feel the heat of my pussy as it begs to be opened and filled with his cock.
Thunder ricochets through the air as Troy’s fingertips dig into my waist. It’s not a gentle grip—it burns.
Our gazes collide. Troy’s eyes are as wild as mine. A coy smile dusts his lips.
“Ride this dick.” He guides me down, filling my pussy as I take him deep inside me. “Just like that. Do you feel yourself getting stretched?”
“Fuck, yes.” I blow out a shaky breath, ending it with a laugh. “I’m afraid to move. I might come already.”
“This shall be a lesson in restraint for both of us then because you feel so good, so tight, so wet that I could blow inside you right now.”
The desire in his eyes ratchets up my need for him another notch. To know this man wants me this badly is the biggest turn-on—ever.
I start to ride him, working a slow, methodical circle on his cock. He hisses a breath, groaning as I shift in the other direction.
“My God,” he says, palming my tits.
I grin, adding a little lift to the motion. “I take it that you like this.”
He hums, rubbing my pebbled nipples with his thumbs.
“You feel so good inside me, Troy,” I say, grinding on him. I lean back, gripping his legs to hold me up, and continue to move. “I can feel the ridges of your cock and the swollen head. It’s fucking amazing.”
He rubs my clit with just the right amount of pressure, gripping my ass with his other hand. Each movement sends a burst of flames through my core. Each flame brings me closer to the orgasm that’s just beyond my reach.
“I want to watch you come just like this,” he says. “I want to watch your pussy pulse and those fucking tits bounce. I want to watch your face as you fall apart for me.”
“Well, keep doing that,” I groan, “and you’ll get your wish.”
“I’ve already gotten my wish, Doll. This is just a bonus.”
I can’t take it.
“You’re starting to shake,” he says, increasing the pressure on my sensitive bud. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes.”
The first waves lick at my core, warning me of the tsunami about to hit. I hesitate, whimpering as I prepare myself for what’s to come.
“Don’t stop,” he says, lifting his hips into me. “Ride this all the way out.”
The buildup comes fast and strong. The orgasm crashes over me, sending wave after wave of pleasure flooding my body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Troy says as if he’s in awe.
I cry out as the climax hits, yelling his name so loud that it echoes through the house.
“There you go,” he says, holding me down against him and fucking me from below. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I say through clenched teeth. “It’s so good. So … fucking good.”
I whine as the sensation slows, and I drift back to earth. My thighs burn. My arms shake, nearly giving out. I struggle to sit up again with Troy still rock hard inside me.
His smirk is decadent. “How do you feel?”
I do a quick assessment. But instead of feeling the burn in my thighs and the weakness in my arms, I feel a flicker of desire deep in my belly.
I lean forward and press a kiss to the center of his lips. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me in place.
The kiss is smooth, decadent, and totally unrushed. It starkly contrasts with the flurry and power of the previous moments.
He breaks the kiss. I lean back and then climb off him.
“Oof,” I groan, my pussy aching. Before I can get my wits about me, Troy grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed.
His eyes are dark, maybe even a little dangerous in the sexiest, most carnal way. The small bloom of desire blossoms into full-blown need.
The sweetness of his kiss and the consideration of the first round are nowhere to be seen. This Troy is different. This Troy is about to fuck me hard. And I am absolutely here for it.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says.
My insides quiver as I do as I’m told.
“Look at this ass,” he says, spreading my cheeks with his hands.
I laugh. “Nothing’s going in this ass. Let’s be clear.”
He strikes his hand against the center of one cheek, and the smack rings through the room.
My eyes open wide as the sting bites through my core, leaving me wanting more.