Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Linking our fingers together, Jerrik lifted my hands and brushed his lips over the back of each one in turn, causing a small tremble to wrack my naked body. He then positioned our bodies on the bed, spooning my curves against his. I pressed my bare bottom against his growing cock that tented his pants.
“I haven’t had the chance to be with you yet, Jerrik. Please, make me yours. Take my body completely.” I moaned loudly and without shame as I pressed against him even harder. I wanted him desperately. I craved these soft touches, these warm feelings that blanketed me in security, offering shelter from the raging storm that surrounded me.
He ran his fingertips along the surface of my upturned butt and dipped between the crease, running them from my anus, to my taint, to my weeping hole, to my clit. “Look how wet you are.” He pushed a finger past my folds and into my cunny and began pumping it in and out. “Is this your desire for me?”
“Yes…” I could barely speak between my gasps.
He added a second finger to the one already inserted and pumped in and out of me.
Moving lower down my body, Jerrik cupped the hot skin of my mound in his hands, clearly pleased to find me wet, my legs spread wide. I reached for him beneath his clothing, tearing them off him as fast as I could to discard the final obstruction between us. He was thick and hard, the massive girth of his cock swollen and leaking. Just for me.
“Let me suck on you,” I pleaded. “I want to taste you.”
Jerrik granted me my wish as he removed the rest of his clothing and then straddled my neck so his cock rested in front of my face. Moving fast, I sucked him deeply into my mouth, running my tongue along the tip, luxuriating in the heady taste of him. I wanted more.
I raked my nails down his chest and pulled him into my throat until he bottomed out, delightfully gagging me with his size. Still, I tried to take more, until I gagged again, and my mouth salivated. My lips were spread wide; he was too big. I’d never get enough of him. His smell and taste were like a poisoned tonic killing the purity I had, once upon a time. The heat of his body, the comfort of his solidity, a balm to an existence that had become fraught, rocky, and confusing.
Jerrik stood at the center of my story, rigid and impregnable. Constant. Reliable.
I moaned around his hard flesh, anxious for the flavor of his release. He groaned when I palmed his sack, squeezing gently.
He thrust against my throat, his hips working, pushing deeper.
“Jerrik.” I tried to say his name as he deserved, but it came out muffled. He didn’t care, and neither did I.
His fingers dug into my scalp as he pulled my face tighter against his groin, and speech was impossible, so I just hummed around him.
The pre-cum of his desire coated my tongue, thick, heavy, and sweet. I moaned as the serum’s aphrodisiac worked through my body, setting nerves tingling. I swallowed him down, sucking until he would have no choice but to release fully into the back of my throat, but he resisted.
“No, I want to fill your cunt with my seed.”
Frantically, he lowered himself down and reached for his cock to guide the brutal length of himself between my thighs, pressing past my slick folds, claiming me once again. He raised his hips and slammed back down, pounding into me with everything he had.
One of his hands closed over my breast, fingers strumming my nipple. I groaned as I arched my back, silently begging for more. I wanted him deeper. I wanted to feel his possession so deep that I would truly feel as if we blended into one. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was as if my body was starved and it was Jerrik who gave me life.
“Deeper,” I moaned, being so bold as to do so.
He groaned out a wordless answer deep in his throat, and my stomach coiled tight at the rasping sound. Flipping us over, he lay on his back and had me straddle him, riding him like some mythical creature. I bobbed up and down as his eyes watched my breasts bounce. I liked having the power to give him pleasure. I could see it in his green eyes. I could feel it coming from his sun-kissed flesh. I pleased him and that very knowledge brought on a wave of euphoria as a tidal wave came crashing down.
I arched my back and screamed out his name as his cock drove deep inside. Over and over again. Jerrik. Jerrik. Jerrik.
He grabbed my neck with a rough hand, pulling my face down. He sucked at my tongue, swallowing my orgasmic groans. I bit his lip, tasting his blood, and bucked my hips, milking the last wave of my release.