Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
That orgasm that I could feel building based solely on him fingering me? Yeah, that was now well and truly imminent.
I could feel it swelling, the wave about to take me over.
Then he just… stopped.
I dug my fingernails into his skin, crying out silently when he pulled away completely.
“Take those panties off,” he ordered quietly.
The authority in his tone brooked no room for argument.
Not that I would’ve argued with him anyway.
The man was literally going to give me exactly what I wanted.
Why would I argue with him?
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it somewhere off the bed, followed shortly by my panties.
I heard him move as well, getting off the bed, and then the quiet hiss of fabric on skin.
Then, he was back, pressing his very naked body against mine.
I bit my lip to keep the moan inside when I felt his erection press against me.
The head of his cock was resting against the hood of my clit, and he slowly started to grind it into me with slow, deliberate movements.
I could feel my orgasm once again take root, and knew that as soon as he got that thing inside of me, I was going to go wild.
“Gotta be quiet,” he said as he adjusted himself.
Then his cock was at my entrance, and he was leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I lifted my hips in answer.
He growled and slowly started to push forward.
There was no pain.
I wasn’t shy with my orgasms, and I’d bought a dildo online a year ago and used that quite a bit.
But my dildo wasn’t anywhere near as big as Banner’s cock.
Banner’s very hard, very thick cock.
I widened my legs and curled them around his waist, feeling so full that I could almost burst.
When I made a sound of discomfort, he pulled back, liberally coating his cock in my juices again before slowly forging his way back inside.
Over and over he did this until eventually he was all the way inside.
The wiry pubic hairs surrounding his cock pressed against my clit, and I shifted my hips just to feel the soft rasp.
His hands stilled the movement of my hips, and I groaned softly.
“Whyyy?” I whispered softly.
He moved until his mouth was on mine, and he kissed me for all that he was worth.
When he pulled back he said, “Because if you start doing that, I’m going to blow. And I want this first time to be perfect.”
I lifted my hips, and he slipped impossibly farther inside of me.
“That’s what I want. Fast. Because I’m seriously right there. If. You’d. Just. Move,” I growled, digging my fingernails into his biceps.
He laughed against my lips, and the movement caused his hips to jerk slightly, causing his cock to jump inside of me.
I swallowed a moan and buried my face into his neck, breathing hard into the crook.
“Baby,” he whispered as he slowly started to swivel his hips. “Talk to me. How do you feel?”
“I already told you,” I breathed as I licked my lips. “I feel fine.”
He chuckled against my cheek, dragging his scratchy chin down the length of my jaw.
My flesh pebbled where his beard touched.
His hands moved down the length of my thighs, then suddenly he pulled them up and ground his hips down into me, getting deeper than he’d been since we’d started.
I gasped and threw my head back, and he took advantage of me, pulling the flesh just below my ear into his mouth and sucking softly.
I panted lightly, praying for control.
But no control was forthcoming.
He wanted it to go slow.
I needed it to go fast.
And I’d run out of patience.
Fisting my hands in his hair, I yanked his head off of me, causing my skin to leave his mouth with a soft sucking sound.
“Banner, please,” I whispered. “I need you to move. I’m… I’m so close.”
He did move then, pulling out only to push back inside.
“We’re not going fast and hard this time,” he said. “Not with your dad just down the hall. I don’t want to risk it.”
When he explained it that way, it made complete sense.
Sadly, I didn’t want him to make sense.
I wanted him to make me orgasm, because if he didn’t I was surely going to die.
Which I informed him of in the next moment.
“Please. I need…” I lifted my hips, using his hands around my thighs as leverage.
He pushed them up and away, taking away what little control I had, and practically folding me in half like a pretzel.
Then he slowly started to work his cock in and out of me, slowly.
Oh. So. Slowly.
“When you do me like that,” I whispered breathlessly. “I feel like I can feel you so deep.”
“I am deep,” he rumbled. “So deep. And I’m going to come inside of you. God. Come so hard that you’ll be dripping with me.”