Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Christ, I’m never letting her go.
I know I’m hurting her. I know I should be gentle, to take her with the care that she deserves, but I don’t have that in me. Macy turns me into an animal and all I want is buried balls deep inside of her and having her coming all over my cock—and that’s exactly what I’ll have.
I take her mouth, swallowing her cries and thrusting deep inside her, tearing through her virginity and not stopping until my balls are pressing against her. Her tight little walls flutter around my cock, teasing me and gripping me so fucking tight it’s all I can do not to unload right then and there.
I break away from her lips, pulling back to look at her beautiful face. I brush my thumb across her cheeks, gathering the tears I find there, hating them and wishing I was the kind of man she deserves, the kind of man who could take her virginity carefully, not slam into her like a Viking conqueror claiming his spoils, but that’s what she makes me.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s better,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes. I apply pressure to her neck, forcing her to look at me.
I move my hips just enough so my cock scrapes against her tight walls. She hisses quietly, her eyes going large in surprise.
“Don’t lie to me, Macy. It’s my job to make it feel better,” I tell her. “And I can’t do that if you don’t tell me the truth.”
“It hurts a little,” she says, jumping when my hand reaches her pussy.
“Shh… I’m just going to make you feel good,” I tell her with a grin. “I’m going to make us both feel good.” I let my fingers find her clit, teasing it as I kiss along her neck. She gets wetter and wetter and I smile at how responsive she is.
“I like that,” she gasps as a fresh flood of desire coats my fingers and I massage her clit over and over.
“Do you, Macy?” I croon. “Do you like the way I’m fingering your sweet little cunt while my cock is buried deep inside of you?”
“Yes. So much, Braden.”
“You like anything I do to you, don’t you, Macy?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her hips beginning to move as I keep teasing her clit, biting on her neck, leaving my mark, and whispering into her ear. She’s so fucking hot—hotter than I ever imagined.
“That’s because you belong to me, Macy. You’re mine, your pussy is mine, your body is fucking mine.”
I literally roar the last of those words; they’re raw and animalistic. They are also one hundred percent true. She’s moving on my cock now and I know it’s time. I take my fingers away, holding her gaze in mine as I wrap my tongue around my fingers and suck her sweet juices clean. She watches me, and I can tell she likes it by the way she licks her lips. I pull her to me, kissing her. Her body is rocking on mine and I use my hands, holding her hips firmly and set the rhythm that will take us both where we want to go.
I start slow, fucking her as gently as I can, but I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m close to the point where there will be no return. Before that happens, I need her to come first. I lean up, capturing her breast with my mouth, sucking it, and as she picks up speed I grind her down against my body—teaching her how to bring us both pleasure. My girl picks it up quickly, riding me harder and faster, rotating those hot little hips of hers and taking what she wants.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” I growl against her breast.
She picks up her speed, sliding up and down my cock like she’s riding in the rodeo, bouncing up and down so hard her breasts shake with each thrust. I meet her, thrusting inside her juicy cunt, letting her have control, but making sure she knows she’s being fucked by her man.
“Braden!” she cries, and I feel the muscles in her pussy tighten so much I groan as she comes and I instantly join her, giving her every drop of cum I can.
When it’s over she collapses, and I hold her to me, relishing the moment, the room smelling of sex, our bodies slick with sweat and still joined.
“Wow,” she whispers, her voice soft as she kisses my neck. I smile, my hand moving up and down her back, because I can’t touch her enough.
“You can say that again,” I laugh, kissing her shoulder. “Are you okay, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you too much?”
“I’m perfect, absolutely perfect,” she nearly purrs.
“On that we can agree.”
“Is it always like that?” she asks a little later.