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)
It’s like I can feel even larger pleasure hovering at the edges, hinting at an orgasm, the kind I’ve never felt before.
It all feels so new, so right, and as I start to moan and bounce, I can’t believe I ever doubted this.
“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, our bodies making wet noises as his cock grinds up faster, harder.
I wince, wondering if it will turn him off, then he leans down and kisses me hard.
I kiss him back, chasing the sensation of our tongues and lips as we contend with our bucking, unstoppable bodies and pleasure-seeking pulsations.
He moves even quicker, hammering, and then time seeps away. I’m not sure how long passes as we drift into this glorious repetition, this best feeling in the world.
In and out, bouncing up and down, and it’s all I want.
All I need. All I can think about.
Nothing else matters.
Just him, us, what we’re doing and what we’re going to do.
“You tight young virgin,” he growls, staring down at my breasts again.
“Not a…virgin…anymore.”
He laughs gruffly. “You better come on my dick soon. I need to feel it, to see it.”
“Right…there….”
He pauses, then thrusts into me again.
I whimper and shiver as the end of his cock pushes against that place, causing tendrils of pleasure to spread through me.
Ecstasy blooms from the point and that on-the-edge feeling gets closer like an orgasm is rushing to collapse into me.
“There?” he groans, angling his heaving manhood up, pushing in with even more animalistic fury.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Yes, I try to say again, but the word won’t come.
“That’s it,” Damien snarls. “Come for me, Danielle. Fuck. Come for me.”
I throw my head back and let out a long moan of pleasure, no longer able to doubt myself, to question it, to wonder if I feel silly.
The feeling between my legs – and the warmth inside of me – makes all of that impossible.
All I want is to exist within this moment, to float atop this fiery feeling of release, to sing out in euphoria as my walls start to pulse and my insides grow tight and unbelievably warm, as my brain fires sparks, flooding my thoughts.
All I think about is him.
All I want is him.
“Fuck, you’re creaming,” he growls. “Right down my cock. Fuck, fuck.”
I look up at him through pleasure-blurry eyes, seeing how focused he is on me. It’s the same for him… nothing else exists, nothing else matters.
He meets my eye, and I can tell he’s close, his face turning red, his veins bulging on his neck, his silver hair slick with sweat.
I grab onto his shoulders, the orgasm still going, shudders moving through me.
My lips are sore, but in the best way, the sweet spot inside of me shimmering with even more pleasure.
Finally, the orgasm passes, and Damien slides slowly out of me.
“Is something wrong?” I whisper.
“I need to see that ass when I finish. I need it. Need you. Bend…over. Now, Danielle. Fuck. I need you so badly.”
I rush to do as he says, driven by the hunger in his voice.
After climbing onto my hands and knees, I look over my shoulder to see him rising up on his knees, his cock soaked with my cream, shiny with it.
I swallow a big ball of something – tension, uncertainty – and then, a second later, it’s all pushed away as he guides his manhood inside of me.
I don’t have to doubt anymore, to wonder if I’ll be able to take him.
I don’t have to think….
Do I look sexy right now?
Or ridiculous?
Is he going to laugh at me?
All of that drifted away the second we gave ourselves to each other, the doubt having no place in this newfound closeness.
His cock slides deep inside of me. The aftershocks of the orgasm leave me feeling sensitive as he goes deeper. He hooks his hands around my hips and pulls me toward him as he thrusts forward.
We move like that for a time, then I turn again when I hear the quality of his groans change, huskier, telling me he’s close.
It’s difficult to stay in this position as he begins to fuck me the hardest he has yet, but I need to see the release painted across his features.
His mouth twists in lust, and he collapses forward, wrapping his arm around me so his forearm lays possessively across my breasts.
We stay like that as he empties himself inside of me, his cock beginning to wilt.
And then, as he slides out, it all returns to me.
The significance of what we’ve done, the future we’ve promised.
And what it means.
We have to tell Dad now.
There’s no other choice.
Damien shifts back and lies down, pulling me into his arms. I move with him, grateful for the reassurance, grateful for being able to focus on his warm firmness instead of the specter hanging over us.
Soon…
But not now, not here.