Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
She tenses, hissing. As I sink slowly into her, her golden eyes go wide and stunned. It’s not merely pain. I see pleasure there, too.
God knows the feel of her gripping me is like a fire razing up my shaft.
By the time I’m completely submerged in her tight inferno of a cunt, I’m sweating. She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. “Oh, Havana…”
Experimentally, I ease out, then press in again. She exhales. Her head falls back, her eyes close. Already she’s rising up to meet my next thrust. And the way she offers me her vulnerable throat, then undulates to give me her swollen-tipped tits… I swallow back my lust.
I’m a grown man, damn it, with a man’s stamina and lasting power. But this girl is undoing me. I need to make her come so I can let go.
“Hurt?” I ask as I flex my hips and gently press deeper.
“At first. Now it just feels”—she pants—“good.”
We’re going to upgrade that to orgasmic.
Patience starts to run thin as need turns thick. I shift her hands into one of mine and take hold of her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head. I push my free hand under her hip and lift her for my next stroke before I settle her knee in the crook of my elbow.
I open her wide. I slide deeper than ever. Then I press my forehead to hers. I drill down into her eyes, into her body, rocking her rhythmically up the mattress as her pupils dilate, her mouth gapes open, and her pussy tightens.
“Ransom!”
Yeah, I’m getting to her. I’m rubbing her sweet spot with every plunge in, pressing ruthlessly against her clit. And she’s beginning to writhe under me, fighting me to free her arms.
I tighten my grip on her wrists because I know what she needs. “Feel good, babygirl?”
“Yes!”
I lengthen the stroke, keep it slow and steady, making sure I push in and bottom out every single time. Soon, she’s frantic under me, wildly bucking, eyes panicked. Her pussy just keeps clamping tighter and tighter.
“You close?”
“Yes…”
She whines like I’ve wrung the word from her. Like she’s in agony, and I’m the instrument of her pain. Like she won’t last even another few seconds.
I slow my stroke. “How about now?”
“No. No, no! Please. More. Faster.”
I don’t. It’s killing me, but I’m going to wrest this one from her. I want the first time I give her pleasure to be so monumental that she remembers it. But to get her there quickly, to connect with her even more, I fuse my lips to hers and plow my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. It backfires. She starts to unravel me. Being so deep inside her in every way I’ve imagined fucks with my head.
I pull my lips free and all the filthy things I’ve been thinking come spewing out. “There won’t be another day in your life that I’m not in this pussy, reminding you that you’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes. I know…”
Because she can sense I’m not a good man?
“I want it,” she breathes.
“You’re going to take me, babygirl. All. The. Time.”
She gasps. Heat claws up her chest to rosy her cheeks as her cunt clamps down and she screams out for me. “Ransom!”
Motherfucking son of a bitch. That’s so good I can’t think about anything except her. I squeeze my eyes shut to keep my shit wired tight and thrust through her slick, swollen tissues until she finally lets out a shuddering breath and goes limp.
I hold on—barely. By the skin of my teeth. On a wing and a prayer. But I’m desperate. Fuck, I’m dying. I have to come inside Havana or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
I’m going to take her with me this time.
“You okay?”
A little lopsided smile crosses her face. “Better than okay. I feel great.”
“Then you can come again.”
“I don’t think that’s possible—”
“Sure, it is.” Instead of waiting for an argument, I pull out of her pussy just enough to flip her to her knees. Then I push her cheek to the soft comforter and tilt her hips up to me. When I align my cock at her opening again, I see a smear of blood. The sight makes me feral. I settle one fist in her hair and the other over her clit.
I can’t stop myself. I bang into her, against her lush ass poised in the air, and sink deeper with every stroke. Her pussy will be sore tomorrow, and I really will spend all day apologizing to her—with my tongue. I’ll lap at her until it feels better…and she’s used to coming against my mouth.
But right now I have a single-minded, animal need to fill her wet, welcoming depths, to hear her pleasure screeching in my ears again, and to spray her unprotected womb with my seed.