Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I’d hit the point to where my plan was to offer him all the money in my savings account to knock me out, go balls deep, and then when I woke up…voila! A slight tremble in his body, almost like a vibration, jerked me back to my incredibly harsh reality.
“Are you laughing at me?” I growled.
“No, of course not,” he answered quickly. After another second, he said, “Yes. Yes, I’m laughing. I’m sorry, Sweet Tart, but when it’s all over, you’ll be able to laugh about it, too. Let’s call this a night on anal sex and have some sixty-nine fun. You’ve gotten tense on me and trust me when I say, it ain’t gonna work unless you’re relaxed. It’s okay, babe. I’ll make sure you have a night of multiple orgasms.”
Well, shit. I was a lot of things, but a quitter wasn’t one of them. “Move and die,” I warned him. Of course, Seth wasn’t a quitter either—he’d been hard the entire time and didn’t seem to be softening up at all. My dick, on the other hand, had taken on a somewhat wilted appearance. Sticking my hand behind me, I demanded, sounding a lot like a doctor in an ER room, “Lube!”
“Come on, babe. You’re killing me,” he moaned but squirted what was left of the lube onto my palm.
“Don’t you dare act like you’re on the losing end of this…stick,” I argued as I massaged the lube onto my softened cock. I knew what I liked and within minutes, my focus was back where it needed to be—my pleasure. After a few seconds, Seth saw what I was doing and urged me on with the dirtiest, most wicked details I’d ever heard. He described how sexy my ass looked, my cock looked, and every other beautiful inch of me—his words, not mine.
I leaned over and braced myself on one arm and stroked my cock with the other. Up and down, with a twist at the top. I was just getting into the swing of things when I felt one of his hands begin to play with my balls. He tested the weight of each, rolled them around, and then used a finger to push against my taint. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body as, between the two of us, each of my erogenous spots were teased and tormented.
“Brace yourself with your knees and use that hand to play with your nipples,” he urged. “I know you love twisting and pinching them. Do it, babe. Do it and let me hear how much you love it.”
Carefully, I lifted my weight from my arm, balanced myself, and did as he’d suggested. My nipples were sensitive. Within minutes, my moans echoed around the room. It all felt so good. The pleasure too perfect. My hips rocked into my fist as I fucked my own hand. Seth kept up his good work on my balls and taint.
My head leaned back as the promise of an orgasm crept up on me. My hips moved faster into my hand and my balls tightened. Instead of gripping them like before, Seth teased them with the tips of his fingers and urged me to come for him. He kept the pressure on my taint, pushing hard against the spot. Another two strokes and I roared my release. My cum spurted across the bedsheets, painting them streak after streak with my spunk. My entire body quivered and trembled with the afterglow of my earth shattering climax.
When my breathing settled, and I was able to return to the land of the living again, I found myself fully seated on Seth’s cock. I wasn’t sure how it had happened—whether I’d impaled myself on his rod during my orgasm or if Seth had thrust upward. It didn’t matter.
Seth’s cock was in my ass. The entire thing. All of it. I felt his balls resting against mine. Somewhere in the back of my head We Are The Champions started playing but it was more like I Was The Champion.
I felt way too full and the burn was definitely there, but nothing like before.
It felt…fucking perfect—like it was what I’d waited my entire life for.
I felt his hands caress down the center of my back and stop on my waist, right above my hips. I looked down and the sight of his fingers gripped against my hip bones was a damned sexy sight. I felt like a possession—Seth’s possession.
“Fuck, Baker,” he whispered. “I would have given anything to see your face when you came undone. Don’t get me wrong, my view was beautiful, but seeing your eyes darken…damn.”
I felt drunk. Fabulously drunk—not the sloppy drunk one got from drinking alcohol. I was on a sexual high and felt confident that as long as I was with Seth, it would never go away.