Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Then I felt my own climax begin its approach. I rode on until I was a breath away from exploding, and quickly pulled out of her and let a violent stream of my semen burst out of me and spray on her belly. I couldn’t hold back my growl at the earth-shattering pleasure of watching my seed all over her belly. One day it would be growing inside her, but today I was content to paint her with my cum.
I relished the continued spill of my release as the pleasure continued to pump out of me.
My hand went to my cock to milk the rod of every bit of molten lust that remained and sprayed her breasts with it. It took me a few more minutes to come to my senses. When they finally did, I lifted my gaze to see there was a smile on Willow’s face as her body continued to jerk at the orgasm that had just rocked her. At the sight of her so spent and smeared with my cum, I couldn't help the burn of pride that filled my chest.
My Willow. My woman.
27
Willow
I returned home in a daze.
For the first few minutes after Caleb had wrecked me, neither of us had been able to move. I had laid sprawled across the table and he’d collapsed next to me. I was too drained to even care that my legs were wide open and I had his cum all over my body. Without thinking, instinctively, I rubbed his seed into my skin. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted him. He tasted of strength and musk and wood and leather. He tasted beautiful. I turned my head and saw him watching me. And I didn’t care. We said nothing.
“Play with yourself,” he whispered.
It never even crossed my mind to disobey. My hand moved to my pussy and I began to circle my swollen clit. It felt unbearably erotic to be masturbating on his desk while he watched me. He rose and switched on a desk light. I didn’t care that I would be completely exposed to him. He came and stood in front of me so he had a clear view of my open pussy and what I was doing to it. I played with myself gently. It was more of a show I was putting on for him than anything else, but to my shock I felt my climax begin to rise inside me in seconds. He slipped his fingers into me and finger fucked me as I came. Right there, in front of him, my body went into multiple orgasms. Again and again the waves came. Each more beautiful. Then I felt his mouth on my clit, his tongue greedily lapping my juices. And I came again. All I could feel was his tongue, drinking from me. As if he couldn’t stop. As if I was a cool brook of sweet water he’d found in a harsh desert.
Slowly, the exploded fragments of my brains began to come back together.
When he cleaned me up with his tongue, he rose and stood over me. I would never be able to forget the raw emotion in his gaze.
“You’re mine. You know that, don’t you?”
I’d nodded like a controlled puppet. All my feminist views flew out of my head. I wanted to be his. I didn’t know what would have happened next if my phone had not rung. I jumped off the desk like a startled cat. I knew it would be my mother, wanting to know where I was. I’d promised her we’d clean out the linen closet together. I didn’t want to lie to her so I told her I was leaving without saying where I was leaving from and ended the call.
We didn’t speak as we dressed. There was no need for words. Anyway, I was too mind-blown to make small talk. He walked me out of his office building right to my van and waited until I got in.
“I … I had a … a good time,” I mumbled lamely. It felt sacrilegious to reduce the experience to a good time, but I didn’t know what else to say.
He smiled softly, and I knew he understood. “So did I.”
I saw him in the rearview mirror standing there all alone watching me and part of me hurt to leave him. It wanted desperately to turn the van around and go back to him, but I didn’t. I just kept on driving. My mother was waiting for me. Anyway, I needed to get my head together. I was a mess.
When I arrived home my dad was having his second dinner of the evening, and my mom was busy putting together a pumpkin pie. “There you are,” she said cheerily.
I forced a smile to my lips as I went over to give my father a hug.