Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Oh God...” She arches her neck, her hips driving up, taking me all the way until I feel her cervix block my path.
“You’re mine now. Cum on my cock. God, baby, give that to me. Give me everything—”
My name mixes with a scream as she goes off, showering my dick and balls with her sweet, warm juice. I raise my body just enough to reach down between us and strum her clit, dragging another writhing orgasm from her.
Curse words burst from both of our lips and my balls seize up.
“You want all of me, too?” I seethe through gritted teeth, every muscle so tight I think they are all going to snap. “You want me. My cum. Everything. Don’t you? Tell me you want it all. I’ve given you all that you’ve given me, but I want your soul. And I’ll give you mine...”
She nods, her legs flinging up and around my ass, pulling me deeper as her pussy clutches.
“You’re milking that cum from my balls. You’re mine. All mine.”
I let go. Blinding light flashes in my eyes. Her name is on my lips as I empty into her, cumming so hard it hurts. I belong to her now.
I’m releasing my soul into her. And I know why I waited. Everything is clear now.
9
Astrid
“DON’T GO.” I WRAP myself around Mathias, clinging to his massive body as the early morning sun begins to intrude on our night of moans and discoveries, of things neither of us understood before last night.
My body aches. I’m sore between my legs sure, but nearly everywhere else as well from the constant movement. Who knew sex could be such a good workout?
Besides the sore muscles, there’s the tender spots where his fingers dug in, his teeth left their mark...
My near white skin is littered with light red and deepening purple reminders which fill me with an surprising sense of pride.
I rub against him, his cock still half hard, which I would think impossible because he’s released probably ten rounds of his sticky ammo into me—and onto me—during the night.
“You’re so warm,” I whine, as his hands grip my ass and work my body upward until I’m sitting on him, looking down.
“So are you. You’d rather stay here, no coffee, no food...”
I pout, feeling his dick twitch under my sore sex as I glide my hips back and forth over the thickening shaft.
“Yes. I don’t want to ever leave here. It’s scary out there.” I say in a babyish voice. “We can live off the land.”
He inhales through his nose, his hands coming to my chest and cupping my breasts, twisting my nipples and sending a zing of pleasure from my chest to my toes.
“If we keep this up, we will be found shriveled up from starvation. We’ve burned off more calories in one night than most people do in a month.”
I know he’s right, but I feel safe here. Happy. A kind of joyful happiness, and it’s something I can’t remember feeling in so long. All the uncertainty, the sadness—the fear of the last few years, especially—that’s been my constant companion, seems to wash away with the sound of the water flowing beneath us.
“Well, probably could use a shower.” I screw up my lips in admission.
Mathias grunts under me. “I like having you smell like sex. Our sex. Like me.”
His fingers continue to work my nipples, making my thoughts hazy. He releases one of my breasts, brings his hand to my face and grips, pulling me down so that his mouth takes mine.
His tongue sweeps between my lips, and for a split-second I realize I haven’t brushed my teeth since yesterday, but as the kiss deepens any pragmatic thoughts drift away and I lose myself in this mountain man that has stolen my heart in record time.
His cock has grown rock hard between my legs as I slip back and forth, my sex slick again, wanting him. He deposited enough cum inside me last night to breed an army, and maybe it’s the wildness of it all, but I accepted the fact that I wanted him bare, raw. That I could actually picture myself full with him. Belly round, tits ripe...for a man I know almost nothing about.
“You know...” I start. “I gotta say, for two virgins, I think we knocked it out of the park.”
His low chuckle rumbles under me as his hand moves from my chin to my throat, and a shiver of excitement quivers down low at the possessiveness. I’m addicted to him already. I’m not sure if it’s the orgasms—too many to count—or the way I feel like I belong to him in this otherworldly way. All I know is I never want these feelings to end.
“Well, I knocked it out of the park.” His sexy lips curve up on one side. “You...” He tips his head back and forth. “Were adequate.”