Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I know you do.” She whispers, swaying her thighs and delighting herself as my thickness rubs against her insides. “But I’m in charge here… I tell you when to cum.”
I bury my face between her tits, breathing her scent in. I’m going crazy, my cock feeling hard as steel, my tense muscles almost bursting at the seams as sweat starts trickling down my body. I don't know for how much longer I'm able to hold on.
She rides me hard, showing no mercy to the pleading in my face. My cock's hers, even if only in this short moment of time, and she can do with it as she pleases.
“Now…” She moans, tugging at my ear with her pearly white teeth. “Now I’m going to come. I’m going to come and you’ll have to remain hard…Say it.”
“You’re going to come…” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
She pulls hard on my hair, her voice commandeering him.
“And?”
“And I’m going to remain hard.” I mutter.
“Yes… Yes, you will.” Her knees chafes against the leather couch’s pillows as she rocks her body over me, my cock sliding furiously in and out of her, her juices covering it over and over again. She takes her fingers to her clit and, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she presses and rubs on it, thunder spreading through her loins. Her body jolts as my cock goes deep, hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside her. She screams, pushing her shaking thighs against me as her hands pull my hair uncontrollably. She doesn’t know anything at the moment... but she doesn’t care. In that single moment, the only thing she cares about is the endless explosion of pleasure happening all over her body, making her skin boil as if she's about to disintegrate.
She grins, breathing in deeply as I pull out my cock from inside of her now too sensitive pussy, her whole body shuddering as its thickness passes through her outer lips.
“Stroke it… Stroke it for me…” She tells me, grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand. I do as I’m bid, my fingers grasping my member and moving up and down. I know I can’t hold much longer and, if I try to, something will pop inside my head. “Cum… Cum for me…”
Three words. Three words from her and my cock immediately explodes, warm white semen gushing outward and covering her belly in thick ropey strands. My fingers claw at her ass as my whole body feels as if it’s ripping apart, my muscles so tense I can almost swear I hear the flesh tearing apart from the bones.
“Holy… fuck!” I mutter through pursed lips, my brow furrowed in effort. I’m gushing so much cum that it’s splattering her whole body, dripping down from her tits and belly to her legs and pussy and then, finally, trickling onto the floor in thick drops.
I close my eyes and lean back, my exhausted and trembling body reclining against the couch. I sigh heavily, tender fingers softly grasping my hair, and force my eyelids open. Ashley’s eyes are on me, watching, a twinkle of mischievousness on them.
I give her a wide devilish fucking grin and, still reeling myself from everything, tell her the first thing that crosses my mind.
“You are fucking amazing.”
She says nothing, but something flashes behind her eyes—something that seems confident and yet sad at the same time.
ASHLEY
“Hi this is Misty, who am I speaking with?” I say into the phone as I
lean back. I’ve put on white lace stockings with a matching white lace thong and lace bra. I have heels on, and I decide to recline on my sofa.
The truth is, I need this. I need to get back to de-personalizing the sex— especially after yesterday morning.
I can still remember the events as they happened.
“You are fucking amazing,” Arsen said to me as I stared up at him, his cum dripping from my face and body. In that moment, the fog of lust began to slowly clear from my brain and for a moment, I felt…what was it? Familiarity? Love?
I quickly got up from the floor of his living room and ran to the bathroom. I showered as quickly as I could and put on my clothes to look as presentable as possible.
“Where are you going?” Arsen asked me when I emerged all prepared for the day.
“Some of us have to work, you know?” I asked back, rhetorically.
He snorted and took a step closer to me. I took a step back.
I can’t understand why.
“Hi Misty,” the voice on the phone breathes. “My name is Max.”
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for someone like Max with a sexy name all day long,” I coo into the phone. “What are you wearing?”
As Max goes on and on about what he’s wearing, I think back to how I left Arsen’s apartment yesterday morning.