Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I can also say that if I ever end up dating someone, they better be a fucking ballerina, gymnast or contortionist because being flexible gives a whole new meaning to hitting it deep.
Rolling onto my side, I study Macey as sleeps on her stomach with only a sheet covering her ass. At some point we tried to go to sleep, but my dick wasn’t having it. You would think that I don’t treat him properly or give him enough attention. The fucker acted like a starving bastard and kept springing to life anytime Macey sighed, spoke or accidently brushed up against me. And I do mean accidently because in my king-size bed, she’s lying as far away from me as possible.
Slowly, I inch the sheet down, revealing her perfectly shaped ass. Faint red marks left by my hands cause a stirring. The flashback of me gripping her cheeks as she slammed back into me makes me hard. Sliding closer, I pause to see if she’s going to stir. She doesn’t, giving me an opportunity to wake her up the right way.
With her hair already brushed off to one side, her back is fully exposed. It’s beautiful and free of any marks, even though mine is stinging like a bitch. Between her biting my shoulder and digging her nails into my flesh, I have a feeling I look like I’ve been to battle with a cat . . . a fucking pussycat at that.
I kiss her back, nibbling along her flesh as I make my way to her ass. Her skin pebbles and she stirs, moaning. The deep sound causes my cock to grow even harder. I rub his head, getting him excited for what’s about to come.
Straddling her, my hands knead her rear and spread her cheeks as I take pleasure in observing what’s waiting for me. I spit in my hand and stroke my cock, giving us some lubrication, and place my dick between her cheeks. The smallest of thrusts has my dick leaking pre-cum like a drippy faucet and the sight of my cock between her cheeks has me on edge.
Macey lifts her hips slightly, and the movement causes me to growl. I don’t care how much she pretends she’s unsure of our deal, she likes to get fucked.
“Don’t move,” I say, scrambling to the side to retrieve a condom. I slip it on fast and resume my position. Sliding my hand between her legs, she cries out when I come in contact with her pussy. “Fucking wet already.”
Pulling my hand back, I lick her juices clean from my fingers, letting her scent and flavor invade my senses. I tap my dick on her ass, pushing lightly against her hole. I’m waiting for her to tell me no, but she doesn’t. Her asshole puckers, letting me know that if I’m going to penetrate I need to make sure she’s well lubed. That’s a thought for later because right now, her pussy and my dick have a date and who the hell am I to keep either of them waiting?
This angle is difficult and insane. As soon as I’m in, my eyes roll back in my head. The tightness of her core is like a savage grip on my dick, it’s a vise locking me into place. She gasps, quickly following it by an “oh fuck” and meets each move I make with a moan that sends me overboard.
My hips move of their own accord, not willing to wait for me to decide a rhythm. Macey’s fingers dig into the sheet and her back arches, welcoming each plunge. I fall onto her, keeping the tempo going. Her head rears back, opening her neck for me. The animal in me wants to mark her, but the professional side knows I’d embarrass her later and that’s the last thing I want to do. Instead, I roll us over and her legs fall open, allowing me to pound into her while she rides me.
“Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . .” she yells out. After last night I know that’s her tell; she’s getting close. My hand moves to her clit and my finger goes to work, massaging and tapping her bud until her screams become louder and the walls of her pussy start squeezing the life out of my dick. He fucking loves it, though, and starts to jerk, making me move faster so I can get a release.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunt, slamming into her as fast as I can until I’m left with nothing but an aftershock or two.
Macey rolls off me and runs to the bathroom and I lie there with my arms spread out wide, my chest heaving and the cum-laden condom resting on my leg. When the bathroom door opens, I get up and meet her halfway. She stops, but doesn’t look at me.