Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I licked my lips and lowered my mouth to his again.
The tip of his dick touched the entrance to my pussy, and I knew this was it. He was going to fuck me, but just as I was getting prepared for the pressure and the spreading of me wide as he entered, he flipped me over onto my back and reached for the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a condom, ripped it open with his teeth, and put it on with one smooth motion. There was nothing awkward or uncomfortable in his movements. This was a man. A true man who knew what he was doing.
Instead of mounting me and fucking, as I was ravenous for him to do, he ran his fingers along my stomach, tracing a sensual path to my breasts, and then back down to my pussy. He dipped his finger between the seam of my lips and found my clit, causing me to arch my back and moan.
Oh dear God.
“You are fucking beautiful, Corrine.”
My face heated as the warmth in my body only intensified. His words were intoxicating, but his eyes gliding over my bare flesh were like a drug that made me higher than imaginable.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I nearly moaned.
“Tell me what you want again,” he said as he thrust his finger inside of me.
I would have driven his entire hand inside of me if I could have when I pressed my hips to his palm, craving so much more.
“I want you.”
“You want me to fuck this pussy?”
I nodded as I closed my eyes to try to calm my craze. I was about to orgasm and all he was doing was finger fucking me.
“Yes. Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me.” Being so aggressive was unlike me, but I couldn’t be anything else with him. He brought the animal out of me and was unleashing my inner beast.
I reached down and took hold of his cock, pulling it, guiding it to my pussy which pulsated in need for more.
Having mercy, Mr. D lowered his full weight on top of me and put his cock at my entrance. Once he was positioned, he paused, looked at my face and lowered his lips to mine. He pressed his tongue past my lips at the exact time that he pushed his dick inside of me.
I gasped and clung to his back as his girth spread me wide. I loved the bite of pain. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him so deep that my body would scream out for reprieve. Harder, faster, I wanted the ultimate claiming from this man.
He did not disappoint me, because that is exactly how he fucked me. He wasn’t gentle. This was not lovemaking. He fucked. He fucked good and hard. In and out, deeper and deeper. It didn’t take long before electricity was shooting from my pussy all the way through every nerve ending in my body.
“That’s right. Come for me,” he demanded as my body tensed and milked his cock in my pleasure.
I mewled his name as sensations exploded from within, but he only kept them going as he drove inside of me at an even and steady pace, summoning another orgasm to surface.
He pulled out just enough to flip me over onto my belly. He then took a handful of hair as he spread my legs wide. He positioned himself between them and took me from behind with a groan and a tug of my hair.
With his free hand, he slapped my ass and said, “This pussy of yours is so fucking tight.”
I responded to his carnal praise by pressing my ass into him and meeting each aggressive thrust. My back was arched, my head pulled back, and my mouth open as I cried out while more pleasure rocked my body.
He continued to claim my body until with one final thrust, he came inside of me with a groan that filled the room with his completion.
I had never felt so content and proud of myself before.
I could make a man like Mr. D come in such a way.
It was me.
I did this.
As he relaxed his grip on my hair, and lay on top of me, I knew I had slayed a beast tonight. I had conquered my very own dragon.
Mr. D was mine.
He would be mine beyond just tonight.
As his breathing steadied, he rolled off of me, reached under my arms, and pulled me up to the pillow and adjusted the blankets so they were covering me. Was he tucking me into his bed? For the night?
“Stay with me,” I said as I feared he would get up and go to the couch when he didn’t settle in next to me.
“We acted without thinking tonight,” he said, looking down into my eyes.
“I don’t want to think. Why do we always have to think? I’m ready to feel. To feel anything but what I’ve been feeling lately. I just want to fall asleep in your arms.”