Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You can take me,” I growl, leaning down and trying to kiss her.
But the pleasure and the tension make it too difficult. Our teeth collide, and then we separate as I push in more, stuffing my massive cock deeper into my woman.
She makes the cutest moaning noise when I finally push in, feeling her slick entrance grab onto my base like a hand of pure pleasure. Her body squeezes closed, coating my cock in her soaked needy juices.
“Are…you…in?” she moans. “All….”
“Yes,” I growl. “All the fucking way. You’re taking everything I have. Every inch.”
“So big,” she moans.
I start to slide out of her slowly, inch by inch, watching as her face shifts and her lips twist into something like a frown when I’m all the way out.
I hold myself there, my tip kissing teasing her entrance.
“Please,” she whispers, staring into my eyes. “No more teasing?”
I smirk. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I’m done with teasing too. Teasing and texting. I only….”
My cock glides up inside of her again, pushing into her tightness, her unbelievable steaminess.
“Want….”
I push even deeper, burying myself inside of her again.
“You.”
“Forever,” she whispers, driving me even more feral.
“Forever,” I snap as I feel her pussy start to relax for me, only a little as if her body knows it’s time to give herself to me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Danielle
At first, I was sure my body wasn’t going to be able to take him. But then he slid out, and I felt this deep pulsing inside of me.
It’s similar to the pulsing I felt while we were texting, as though my core was getting ready for what we were going to do in real life one day.
I thought that was crazy when it was happening, never dreaming he’d want the same, but he does.
And so the pulsing got fiercer, as if my body knew how badly I want this, need this.
Now my pussy feels like it’s twinkling with starlight, opening up for my man’s massive cock.
I’ve got my hands wrapped around him, fingernails buried into his firm muscles. He snarls as he inches deeper, pushing himself all the way again, and then he slides out.
A thought hits me, almost making me laugh.
We’re having sex. We’re actually having sex.
My moans come quickly as we begin to rock together, the sheets rubbing against my naked back.
Damien’s body pushes against my breasts with each thrust, his firmness making my nipples tingle, still buzzing from when he sucked them.
“I knew you needed this as… as badly as me,” he snarls, rearing up and moving even quicker.
I do my best to keep pace with him, but it’s difficult when my body wants nothing more than to sink into the pleasure. The texting helped so much, the way he moves fast, but not too fast, easing me into it like we discussed.
It’s like he can read the growing pleasure in my body, taking me harder when he senses I’m ready for more.
My entrance is still tight around his cock, despite the expanding euphoria. It’s like every massive inch of him is coated in heat, spreading through me, into my belly, joining the tension in my core.
The need.
I spread my hands all over his back as he moves, the mattress making a whining noise as my body reacts, as I grind down his length.
He grunts as he leans up, his intense gaze aimed at my breasts.
“The way they bounce,” he growls. “Fuck. Your body was made for this.”
“Yes, yes,” I moan.
“Grab those big tits for me,” he grunts, pushing right up to hilt again.
I do as he says, squeezing my breasts together, softly pinching my nipples, remembering what he said in a text once.
When I fuck you, you’re going to do what I say. You’re going to be my obedient sex goddess
I told him yes, though I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.
But the idea appealed to me way more than trying to lead the way myself.
I don’t have to wonder if I’m doing it right. It’s in his carnal breathing, his torso becoming even harder.
At this angle, I can see the firmness of his chest, his abs glistening with sweat, making each hunk of muscle even easier to define.
He thrusts into me harder, with more possessive certainty.
“Push them together,” he groans.
I press my breasts together, squeezing on, staring up into his eyes.
The more I push them, the more frantic his expression becomes, like he can hardly believe the pleasure dancing between us.
And neither can I.
The end of his huge cock is pressing against a sweet, tingly spot over and over, one I’ve never felt before. Not when I’ve touched myself and not when Damien touched me.
It’s deep inside my pussy, eager for his cock, screaming for it every time he takes it away.
I start to slide even firmer down him as he pushes up, seeking that spot, that explosion of euphoria.