Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
He licked and sucked at my lips, at the interior of my mouth. He drew out my need, making me hungry for more… so much more. The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs, sliding up my slit, my cream making his movement smooth.
I shifted, spreading my legs even wider, my muscles protesting.
“You’re making me fucking insane with need.” He started rocking back and forth, thrusting his dick against me, not penetrating me even though that’s what I desperately wanted.
I dug my nails into his flesh, unable to stop myself. And when he started pushing into me, I held off my groan of pleasure and pain.
“Penny, baby girl, I’m going to fucking tear you up in the best of ways.”
He ran the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I shivered in response.
Never had I been so ready for something. It was surreal how… real and right this felt.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby. So. Fucking. Good.” He smoothed his hands along my hips. “Relax for me, let me fully in.”
God, he barely had the tip lodged in my pussy, but already I felt like I was splitting in two from his sheer size alone.
And when he pushed another inch into me, I cried out, threw my head back, and felt the world fade away. I was vaguely aware of him not moving, his body tight against me. I felt his gaze on me. I lifted my head and stared into his eyes, feeling tracks of warm tears on my cheeks.
He looked… surprised.
“Penny?” There was shock and confusion in his voice. “Baby, please tell me I didn’t just pop your cherry surrounded by floor cleaner.”
I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. That had his face looking even more confused before he finally broke a smile. My inner muscles clenched around him and his amusement faded, this serious, almost pained expression taking root.
“Fuck, Penny, baby…” He closed his eyes and exhaled roughly. “You can’t do that or I’ll come.” He was so still, as if frozen in place. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He lifted his hand and smoothed some hair away from my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“I thought it would ruin the moment, and I didn’t want this night to end.”
He groaned again and closed his eyes, resting his forehead once more against mine. “Nothing could ruin this moment.”
A part of me wondered if he’d meant to say that out loud for how softly he’d spoken. “Don’t stop this, Everett. I want you more than anything.”
He lifted his head and opened his eyes. For long seconds, he didn’t speak, but then he cupped my cheek in his big palm and kissed me passionately. He stole my breath as he pushed another inch into me. The pain and burn were there, but what overrode all of that was the ecstasy of feeling like I was right where I belonged.
With him.
And when he thrust another one of his thick, hard inches into me, my back arched on its own. My mouth opened on a silent cry at being so fully claimed and filled. But I wanted more, so much more. He stretched me so I didn’t even know if I could take another inch of him, if he could fit all the way inside me.
But I want him to try.
I knew even if I wasn’t a virgin this still would have been a feat, taking all of him, my body stretching to its limits. I might not know much—or anything, really—about sexual things first-hand, but I knew he was well above average in dick size.
He groaned, his entire body so hard, so tense. I could tell he had his self-control in check. But I didn’t want him to have a tight leash on his desire. I wanted him to give it all to me, in any way he saw fit.
I didn’t want my virginity making it so he wasn’t his true self.
“Just be with me. I won’t break.” I cupped his cheeks now, felt how tight his jaw was, and leaned in to kiss him.
He grunted then started doing what I wanted, what I needed. He moved in and out of me, slow and steady at first, as if he thought I was fragile. Maybe I was in some regards, but not right now, not with him.
And the more seconds that passed, the more I felt Everett’s ministrations become stronger, harder, as if his control was slowly vanishing in the face of our combined pleasure.
And my own discomfort started to wane, my pussy wet, sucking at him, the root of his shaft bumping my clit on every instroke. He was slowly bringing me to that electrifying, combustible completion.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he gritted out. He was swinging his hips back and forth, plunging in and out of me, his balls slapping the cheeks of my ass. The sound of our wet sex filled the room, this audible orgasm that had me almost going over the edge.