Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 76736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
It's about to happen.
He nestles the tip between my folds until he's not quite in me, but poised right at my entrance. He rubs himself up and down, teasing me, tickling my sensitive skin, gathering up my juices and rubbing himself over my clit. He's determined to draw out the moment forever, it feels like, and the whole time he's stoking my fires, making sure they're not going out.
Wild Child's hands and lips on my breasts don't help either. I'm so horny, I start to follow him with my hips, like I'll be able to trap him if I try hard enough.
“For God's sake, just fuck her,” snaps King imperiously from the sideline. Somehow I'd managed to forget he was there, but as always, he's got to be in charge. “She's going to fucking die from waiting for you.”
I can't help it. I giggle, even if it's nervously. Hero looks awfully big, and I'm not. But this time, when he places himself with just the tip nudging inside me, I know this is it.
He's going to take my virginity.
Wild Child cradles me in his arms, propping me up so I can see. He plays with both of my breasts at once while he kisses and licks my ears. In this position, we can both watch Hero push into me.
It's such a strange feeling of fullness as he spreads me open. He's thick, and I look so small, but we're so slick that it works anyway. A moment's sting, a spark of pain, and then he's deep inside me, his hips flush with mine.
My eyes go wide and my arms go around his neck to hold on to him, pulling me up from Wild Child. When he tries to move, I squeeze harder. “Wait. Let me get used to it. You're so big.”
Wild Child chuckles. “Make sure you repeat that when you're in earshot of the others. Build his ego a little.”
“Fuck off,” Hero grunts. Not moving looks like it's straining him.
“Okay,” I whisper, and hang on.
He pulls out, then pushes back in, knocking the air right out of me. Holy shit. But the sensation of him sliding through me is amazing. I've never felt anything like it. Every slide sends tingles through me, all of me, to my toes and to my scalp, making me quiver under him. He rocks back and forth, pushing me into the mattress with each roll of his hips.
Hero kisses me, Wild Child nibbles at my neck and squeezes my breasts. It's like my whole body's liquid, sloshing between them as they rock me. Hero had seemed so big, but now that he's in me, he feels like a perfect fit, like his cock was made for me. My whole body's tightening up between them. I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer.
Wild Child slides a hand down to strum a finger over my clit and that ends me. I explode, clenching around Hero so that he groans. Arching against them, I press my hips up into Hero's and my shoulders into Wild Child's chest. I shake between them as I come, and through it all, Hero keeps flexing himself into me, keeping me going, my orgasm cresting over and over.
Then he groans, a rumble from deep inside his cavernous chest and presses deep. He's coming too, and I can feel him swell as he pumps out his load.
Oh.
My.
God.
I collapse onto Wild Child, who's caressing me while I recover. I'm slick with sweat and my own juices. This is the kind of exercise that I never got my own instructor for, and now I'm starting to think I was neglected. There's a satisfying burn in my abs like I’ve just done a bunch of crunches, and I didn't even notice until now. Who would've thought exercise could be fun?
“Switch,” demands Wild Child. His cock stands up proudly against my hip. Oh right. We're not done. A glance over at King finds him watching us, his cock out and him slowly sliding his fingers up and down it. It's at least as big as the others', nothing to be ashamed of there, but he seems content to watch. I don't know if I could handle three anyway.
I moan softly as Hero pulls out. I feel so empty, like I'm missing something essential. While he goes to clean up, Wild Child flips me over so suddenly I squeak in surprise. With a laugh, he instructs, “On your hands and knees. I want see that amazing ass while I fuck you.” With a strong grip on my hips, he pulls me up and back until my knees are on the edge of the bed and he can stand behind me. I'm just a doll in his powerful hands. A moment later he's pressing himself inside.
If there ever was a time for gentle, it's passed. He drives into me, his hips smacking into my ass. His fingers dig in as he pulls me against him. “You're so fucking beautiful. I want to fuck your tight little pussy until I fucking die from it.”