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)
It’s mine, your hands seem to say as you press your fingers over my boxer briefs against my cock. You wrap them around my thickness, and it pulses with raw energy. It begs to be set free, and that’s exactly what you do.
With your other hand, you grab on my pants and send them down my legs; you do the same with my underwear, my cock flying straight into your hand like a thick heavy bat. You grab it, its warmness spreading to your fingers fingers.
I kick off my shoes to the corner of the office, stepping out of my pants in a hurry. You sit up on the desk, your eyes widening as you take in the sight of my naked body in front of you. Yes, baby, I’m all yours.
You bite your lower lip, locking eyes with me, and push me back with as much strength as you can. I take two steps back as you climb down from the desk and walk towards me. With your lips still curled into a grin, you lean into me and kiss my neck, your lips brushing down to my firm pectorals. You keep kissing me, going down to your knees as you do it; your tongue traces the outline of my abs, my muscles brimming with lust and testosterone. When your kneecaps touch the carpet, your fingers are already tightening around the base of my cock. You look up at me and, my eyes never leaving yours, you let your tongue part your lips and gently flick it at my glans.
I grins at you, desire stamped on my face. Fuck, I want you so much you have no idea.
Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips around my tip and then gently pull back out. You do it again and again, tracing the whole length of my shaft with your index finger. I tremble slightly and, the moment I do it, you lunge forward, opening your mouth wide and sliding my shaft deep over your tongue.
Before I even have the time to exhale, you start bobbing your head, my cock sliding in and out of your mouth at breakneck speed. I don’t know how you do it so perfectly, but I never had someone doing it like you.
You pull my cock out for a few seconds and, during that small moment, you stroke me as fast as you can, your fist flying over from the tip to the root. Then, when your hand is going down my shaft, you lean forwards again and take me in your mouth, sucking and stroking in a pendulum motion.
I start to thrust too, my hands on top of your head. You let go of my cock, placing both your hands on my round ass, and allow me to match the rhythm of your mouth. My thrusts grow wilder, as if I’m not fucking your mouth but your pussy. Fuck, just thinking of that is enough for my heart to send a special order of lustful blood to my already rock-hard cock. I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you.
You lean back, my cock sliding out of your mouth with a loud pop, and stand up. I don’t give you the time to do anything else - I grab you by the arms, pushing you back. Blindly, I guide you until your back is against the glass door that leads out of my office and into balcony. The cold glass makes your skin prickle, a perfect antithesis to the wildfire raging in your pussy.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I whisper, my mouth against your ear. The sound of my own voice makes me even more delirious, the need to be inside of you making my mind burn.
You open your mouth to speak, but I already know what you’re going to say. Without giving you the time, I place my hands under your ass and lift you up; you react by instinct, crossing your legs over my ass as I pull you against my chest. Holding you against the glass with only one hand, I grab my cock and guide its tip towards your pussy. You close your eyes and shiver, feeling my fat head straining against your folds. Inch by inch I lower you over my cock, the massive shaft rolling inside of you as your inner walls strain to accommodate me. You feel so fucking tight… Fuck, I knew it would be good to be inside of you, but I didn’t expect it to be this fucking good. Could you be even more perfect, baby?
You moan hard as my cock goes as deep as possible, your labia brushing against my root. Slowly, I pull back out, drawing more soft and honeyed moans out of you. I do it once again, sliding deep inside of you and then back out again, but by the third time you’re already rocking your hips, jumping hard against my length. We go like this until time stops making sense, the sound of your back hitting the glass over and over again the only thing that my brain is capable of processing.