Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Slowly, I pulled my mouth up, leaving him with one last lick. I stood, snagging one of the condoms off the table. Reaching behind me, I flicked open my bra with two fingers, shaking it down my arms and tossing it to the floor. That done, I hooked my thumbs in my lace panties and shimmied them down to join my bra.
One step closer and I straddled him, keeping my eyes on his aroused face as I dealt with the condom. I hadn't opened one of these babies in a while, and I did not want to tear it. We only had two. Once I had it out and ready to roll on, I looked up to see him watching me intently, flags of red on his cheeks, his eyes pure blue flame.
I rolled the condom down slowly, teasing again just because I could. Looking down, judging the distance between his cock and my very needy pussy, I slowly lowered myself, gasping as the head brushed my entrance.
Even through the condom, he was hot. I was so wet he slid inside easily. I dropped onto him by degrees, the awkward position almost knocking me off my balance and sending us both tumbling to the floor, chair and all.
Full. I was so full of Royal. I rocked my hips, my clit scraping the rough hair at the base of his cock, sending shards of bliss up my spine and down to my toes.
“Fuck, Daisy. Fuck me, Daisy. Please.”
It was the please that got me. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? It was everything. Royal inside me, feeling so fucking good. The desperate desire in his eyes, mirroring everything I felt inside.
I ground my hips in a circle and took his mouth with mine, kissing him frantically, everything inside me pouring into him. How much I wanted him, how good he felt, how fucking perfect this was.
Royal surged up, shoulders twisting, and with a shattering crack of wood, he tore his arms free of the tie, his hands coming around to close over the curve of my ass, lifting and dropping me on his cock.
That was all it took to send me flying straight over the edge, the orgasm igniting inside me, turning me to fire. I gasped and cried out his name over and over, “Royal, Royal, Royal.”
My orgasm must have been too much for the ancient chair. With a spectacular symphony of cracking wood, the chair crumbled beneath us, sending our bodies crashing to the floor.
Royal's hands on my ass tightened as we fell. He rolled, coming down on his back, protecting me from the splinters of the chair.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Royal's dazed eyes searched mine.
“Uh-huh. You okay?” I could barely string two words together, my body still pulsing from coming so hard.
“I will be,” Royal muttered, rolling away from the remains of the chair, taking me to my back and thrusting hard. His mouth settled beside my ear, his breath hot, coming in hard, fast pants.
“Daisy, God, Daisy.” Inexplicably, impossibly, I was climbing to another orgasm after only a few hard thrusts. I gripped Royal's hard shoulders in my fingers, his cock filling me so perfectly. With a roar, Royal buried himself even deeper inside me, his body going stiff, the orgasm washing through him until he was limp and gasping for breath.
He rolled again, holding me on top of him, still connected, still caught halfway to a second orgasm. Fingers trailed down my spine to slide over my ass, giving one cheek a squeeze before skimming back up to tangle in my hair. We lay there for a long minute, just breathing, our hearts thundering in rhythm.
Royal moved first, executing an impressive ab crunch that took both of us to a sitting position. Rolling to his feet, he carried me to the bed. “Don't move.”
I let my head fall to the side and watched him disappear into the small bathroom. He came out after a minute without the condom, a damp cloth in his hand. Climbing on the bed beside me, he nudged my legs wider and pressed the cloth between them. When I moved to take it, he pushed my hand away.
“Let me.” Royal stretched out by my side, his long, hard body hot, his eyes sleepy and sated. His touch gentle, he cleaned me with the cloth and tossed it on the floor. Rolling me into him, he pulled me close, my back to his front, his arm tight around my waist, his lips at my ear.
“You were going to come again, weren't you?”
“Hmm,” I let out a little humming breath as I considered that. “History would suggest there's no way, but yeah, I think I was. But it's—”
A squeeze of his arms and I knew he had that wicked grin on his face, even though I couldn't see him. It was in his voice, sending a tingle through me when he spoke. “My apologies. I broke. You came and you were so tight and wet—I couldn't hold out. I'll make it up to you.”