Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Reaching up, I squeeze onto his shoulders. My hands were at my sides as the orgasm surged through me, limp and passive, but I’m done behaving that way.
Deciding not to listen to my nerves, I stare at him firmly.
“I want it, Killian,” I murmur. “I want you. I want us.”
“You want this?” he says passionately, reaching down and guiding his manhood to my sex.
A moan escapes me when I feel his massive helm pushing against my entrance, a preview of just how huge he is. I imagine a different version of me, rolling off the bed, yelling at him to stop….
Not because I don’t want it, but because something bad might happen.
But I love this man. That’s the truth, and I don’t care how crazy it sounds.
Nothing bad can happen when we’re giving ourselves to each other.
“You’re going to take every inch.” He rubs his massive cock up and down my fold, circling them, teasing me as he moves quickly and with more carnal captivation. “You’re going to take it all, Mia, and then I’m going to fill your virgin pussy with so much come your young body will have no choice but to get pregnant.”
“Yes, yes,” I whimper. “I want that so badly.”
I want it….
But there’s still a voice telling me I can’t, telling me I’m not good enough, telling me I’m going to somehow ruin it.
Digging my fingernails harder into his muscular shoulders, I look down the length of our bodies, at his solid mass of muscles, then back into his eyes.
He’s staring at me like nothing else exists again like we’re the only ones who matter.
Ever.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls arching his back as his huge cock parts my lips.
It’s so intense all I can do is lie back and focus on his face, his mouth twisting in pleasure as he pushes deeper and deeper.
My core sings inside of me, telling me yes, yes, yes.
My body shakes all over as he keeps pushing, driving his massive manhood until he’s buried all the way inside of me, our eyes locked as our bodies are as close as it’s possible to get.
He’s filling me up, my sex tight around his base.
“You’re… so… big.”
“You’re so tight,” he snarls. “You feel perfect.”
He begins to slip out of me slowly.
I know I want him badly when I smooth my hands over his shoulders, down his arms, and pull on him, urgently moaning for him to get deeper inside of me.
He’s filling me up, but it feels so good and new, unlike how I feared.
He smirks and grinds into me again, our bodies colliding as I do my best to move my hips in time with him.
He makes a snarling sound when our bodies meet again, and I know I’m doing something right.
I chase the feeling of pure pleasure between my legs, twitching my hips, sliding my hands down to his rock-hard sides, the edges of his abs where the muscles are firm and bulging.
He groans and shifts his hips quicker, pulling his cock right out, his tip kissing my sex, then driving in with even more passion.
The bed whines beneath us as our pace gets quicker, and I struggle to believe I was ever scared of this, ever worried about my man.
His groans get even deeper when I start to moan with more urgency. The feeling is nothing like his finger, his tongue, nothing like over the phone when we were texting.
It’s like he’s fucking the future into me. With each thrust, I feel the life we both want getting closer, and it feels hotter.
So much more purposeful.
It’s like my core is adding to the pleasure, setting fire to the lust, pouring gasoline all over the desire.
He rears back, giving me a better view of his tatted chest muscles and his stomach as he stares down at my breasts.
“The way they bounce for me,” he growls. “Oh, damn… your pussy’s so hot.”
“Your cock is on fire,” I moan.
You sound stupid, a voice hisses. Nobody says that.
“You’re burning me up, baby,” I go on, ignoring the voice, ignoring the self-doubt.
I refuse to live like that anymore.
“Yes, yes,” I cry.
“So tight,” he moans. “I can feel your horny virgin slit getting close.”
“Not. A. Virgin. Anymore.”
Each word is an effort as I struggle to push past the flaring heat in my pussy. It’s like the helm of his huge cock is sending solar flares of pleasure through my body, each of them hotter than the last, spreading throughout me and making everything tingle, sparkle, and burn.
He makes the hottest growling noise as he stares at my breasts. My hands move up on instinct, wanting to please my man.
When I start massaging my breasts and pushing them together, the bed squeaks even more, my man’s hips going into overdrive as he pounds his cock faster and harder and with more possession.