Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“These tits, huh?” She moans, pushing her breasts together, knowing the power she has over me. “Hmm? Is this what you want?”
I let out a savage growl as the reins of my desire loosen. I slip out and then drive firmly and hungrily into her body. She gasps, the mattress making a whining noise as she grabs onto my arms like she thinks she might fly away.
We find a faster rhythm, one that has me hypnotized. I’m in heaven, a man with too many choices. Do I look at her face, the pleasure shaping her expression into something all too captivating, or do I look at her bouncing breasts, or look even further down at my hard steel slipping wetly in and out of her tight, slick hole?
She closes her eyes as she bounces up and down, guiding her tunnel along my hardness. I sense the subtle changes in her body. When she bounces with more determination, I rev up my speed. She rewards me with a soul-searing moan that floods my balls with come and threatens to make me explode.
She drags her nails down my chest, leaving marks, branding me.
“You’re going to come again,” I growl.
“Is that… a… question?” She gasps.
I smirk. “It’s—a—statement.”
The head of my cock pulses for a moment like the come is going to erupt out of me. But there’s no damn way I’m going to give into this all-encompassing pleasure until I’ve felt her drench my cock with her release.
She rocks her hips with more urgency. I take the hint, moving even faster, pounding into her soaked slit, our bodies making wet noises of near release, her pussy singing for me.
When she tightens around my base again, I know that she’s going to come. I watch her closely, holding back the wave of come that’s trying to erupt out of me, holding back the lust, holding back the feral savage inside so that I can feel her release first.
She suddenly clasps my face in her hands, turning my gaze so that I’m staring into her eyes. Her eyes flood with pleasure, joy, and her release as her pussy pulses around my cock as if trying to coax the release out of me.
Her orgasm keeps going, lasting ten seconds, then twenty, her walls gripping me tightly, then releasing slightly in titillating waves. I bite down, my entire body tense with the desire to empty inside of her.
Finally, she falls back, her body coated in sweat, making her curves shine and glimmer for me.
Sitting up, she says, “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
I stop, shock rioting through me. “You want to stop now?”
“I don’t want to do this,” she says, wriggling down the bed.
CHAPTER 27
TORI
He leans back, looking shocked, his jaw tight, his eyes flaring with wild hunger. His rock-hard cock is coated in my release, his tip glimmering with a big dollop of precome.
“I don’t want to stop, silly,” I tell him, grabbing his arm and guiding him to the bed. “I can see how close you are. I want to be sexy for you.”
“You’re always sexy,” he growls.
“But like this…”
I guide him to his back and then climb on top of him. I’ve never had crippling body-image issues, but it’s not like I’ve ever been super confident, either. When I sit on him, reach down, and grab his thickness to guide it to my aching pussy, the flood of confidence is intoxicating.
I slide down his length, every inch of my sex aching as he grinds inside of me.
He growls, massaging my breasts as I begin to bounce. I feel my body shaking, and there’s a slight whisper of nerves, a tiny voice, but it’s easy to ignore it when I see how badly he wants me.
No, not wants. Needs. He’s staring like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment.
I let myself go completely, bouncing up and down, grinding on his length and owning the pleasure, owning the moment. A wave of power washes over me. It feels like I sometimes do onstage, the crowd applauding, the emotion pulsing out of me.
The veins on his neck bulge, and his eyes open wide, staring in fascination as I prop my hands on his chest and bounce over and over. His length makes a searing path inside as he touches a place I’ve never experienced before: deep, hot, needy.
His lip twitches when he hears the quality of my breathy moans change. He sits up, smoothing his hands over my back. We rock together, his warm breath moving over my body, face, and neck. I’m sure I can feel his manhood expanding inside of me as the pleasure floods into him, causing me to fall over the edge with him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “My perfect poet…”
“I love—the new—nickname…”
“Fuckkk.”
He falls back as his pleasure erupts, his hands molded to my hips as his cock pulses and his come fills me. I sink my hands into his chest again, leaving marks there, tattoos of possession.