Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“Yes…” I breathed out, getting lost in him, exactly as I always had. He lulled me in with his deep breaths and sighs all over, with his movements and caresses. He played me like his favorite instrument he never wanted to put down. He knew my body better than I did. I learned so much about myself with him. What I liked, what I loved, and what I couldn’t ever get enough of.
My wants, my needs, my everything.
All at the hands of a married man.
“I want to make you come; do you want to come for me?”
I sucked in my bottom lip and he groaned, making my pussy melt with anticipation. My eyes were closed and I didn’t want to open them. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I saw the truth staring back at me, and it was much easier to pretend. To live in the world that I created in my mind, where it was only he and I and nothing else mattered.
He kissed and licked the nook of my neck—the spot that drove me crazy and made me quiver all over. His fingers kneaded my breast, gently at first and then more demanding, urgent and insistent. My body felt warm all over, it spread fast like wild fire, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
He was everywhere, embedding himself deeper into my heart and soul.
“Your skin is turning red everywhere I touch you, baby. Do you know what you do to me? Do you know that you own me? That I’m yours?”
I moaned in response.
He placed his fingers on my lips, beckoning me to open, and I did. He moved them in and out in slow, delicious torture, and once they were moist enough, he removed them and circled them around my nipple; it became hard for him in seconds. He proceeded to do the same with the other and then leaned forward and blew on them, enticing my nerve endings and driving me wild with desire.
I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the ache and he made a disapproving sound from deep within his throat.
“I can see your pussy glistening, waiting for me to touch it. Should I take mercy on you and give you what you want, or should I make you beg for it? You know how much I love the begging,” he tormented me with a tone that I was very familiar with.
His fingers found their way to my mouth again, but this time, he placed them directly on my clit, slowly moving them in a side-to-side motion.
“That feel good, pet?”
Just like everything he did to me, it was precise and calculated.
“Come here.”
I opened my eyes and watched as he sat back on the headboard of the bed, nodding his head for me to sit between his legs with my back to him. He spread my legs open and I relaxed into his firm, muscular form. When he felt like my body was lenient enough for him, he proceeded to continue his back and forth motion on my clit.
My head fell back on his shoulder and my mouth parted slightly. He kissed down my neck and angled both my legs upward, causing my hips to move backward, further onto his hard, awaiting cock.
With one hand, he played with my clit, and with the other, he glided up and down my opening, spreading around the wetness that was seeping out.
“You have no idea how bad I want to taste you. I can actually feel your salty sweetness on the tip of my tongue.”
He stopped playing with my clit and effortlessly pushed his way into my opening. His fingers curved directly toward the spot inside me that he always seemed to find on command. He massaged it in a circular rhythm, like a ferris wheel, going up and then down. It felt swollen within minutes and I wanted to explode, shatter on him, for him. My legs trembled and my head spun.
This orgasm felt different than others I had experienced from other skilled partners, including him. My stomach tightened and my breathing labored instead of escalated. It was suffocating and engulfing and his heartbeat mimicked mine. They produced the same pitter, patter, back and forth, talking to one another.
“That’s it… you’re almost there. I can feel you pushing me out.”
He pushed in another finger and I felt full to the hilt, except this time, he thrust in and out of me in quick, steady motions, hitting my g-spot with a force that only his cock produced.
“I can’t… I can’t… please...” I begged for I don’t know what.
“Shhh… just let yourself go; just let it happen. I want to see you come apart.”
My hips matched the pace of his thrusts and my pussy quenched for a thirst I didn’t understand or recognize. I had no control over my body and it moved on its own accord. I could physically feel myself pushing his fingers out; I needed release and it made me hold in my breath.