Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
The visuals from last night on the beach flood my mind. The first time I saw her and now the sight of her quivering body under mine… “Oh fuck, Melissa… Jesus!” I groan, sliding a little further. She tenses up for a moment, but I know it has to be this way. I wince with her, holding her gaze until it’s over in a second. Her hymen yields to my cock and rewards her with a flood of pleasure as I fill her completely, feeling the smooth walls of her sex molding to the head of my cock.
We literally were made for each other.
“Ooooh, Mark!” she exclaims in a husky tone, as if giving her what she’s needed so long has made her instantly more confident and able to be clear on what she wants because she knows how good it feels now that she has it inside her.
I take my time to get her used to this new feeling. Her body responds to me like fingers in a glove. It isn’t long before Melissa starts to rock slowly and writhe in time with my own growing motion, in and out, until finally, she’s bucking and thrusting herself against my hard body. Her softness… Those pillow-sized tits of hers slap my body until I’m grunting like a wild man.
I lean down to kiss her, my mouth mirroring the motion of our bodies as I grab a handful of her ass with one cheek in each hand. I spread it wider, filling her with quickening, pulsing movements in and out, harder and faster.
Her shuddering breath signals her time, but I know her tricks. She’s a heavy comer. She has nothing to be ashamed of. We have all day and all night.
“Mark—” she gasps, her eyes wide for a second, almost afraid because it feels so powerful… feels so good.
“Melissa…” I groan, stroking her face before gripping her behind again. She’s so wet, I catch a thick bead of it, circling her already quaking asshole at the exact moment we both feel a new and very magic place deep inside her.
“Oh… fuuuucccckkkk… Maaaarrrrkkkk!” she cries out, a near whining squeal by the time I pump harder and faster than ever, my thick finger finding its place inside her back door while my cock drills her front. Two hundred twenty pounds of man meat slams into her clit and soft body.
My chest feels the soft scratch of her stiff nipples, making it feel like every major erotic center of her body is being done just right.
I let out a gasp of my own. No! It’s too soon…
“Mark!”
“Me-Mel… Ooooohhhhh!!!!” I growl, her body stiffening and her back arching violently as her prolonged climax, her first non-virgin one, joins my own.
I feel myself letting go inside her. The warm spasms of her gripping me feel like a trillion fingers running up and down my shaft as I feel my seed pulse deep inside her.
I’ve never come so hard or for so long. I get another wide-eyed look of disbelief from her before she has a second quaking climax. She calls out, her mouth frozen open as I feel a hot current of her own cream joining mine, fusing us in the perfect state of shared ecstasy that feels like it could last forever.
And it will. There’s no way I can let this girl out of my sight. No way I can let her outta this room until we’re beyond satisfied. She might have trouble walking straight from now on.
Our bodies are heaving, and our panting breath rejoins in a deep kiss. We moan until we finally find ourselves laughing in short bursts until the sound matches the waves and currents of postclimax pleasure washing over us. Really laughing, though. Not because anything’s funny, but because we’ve both discovered what true happiness is, and it’s in each other.
I’m still hard as a stone, and I flex myself inside her to let her know it. She replies with a soft purr, moving again before her breath catches.
“Too much?” I whisper, already chiding myself for making her feel anything but pleasure. Her head swishes her hair in the negative as she grins like a wild woman, clawing her nails into my back as she squeezes herself extra tight against me.
“I love it, Mark… I do… I… I—” she starts to say, but I know what she’s gonna say.
It’s what I wanted to tell her the moment I saw her.
“I love you, Melissa… I… Love… You!”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Melissa
It’s not a contest, and I’m not counting… not after four times, anyway.
I don’t know how Mark does it. I don’t know how I do it, but I get my wish. I get to spend the day in bed with my man, not just lying here watching TV or sleeping.
Mark keeps his promise of pleasuring me until he thinks I can’t take it anymore, but I could take it forever if it meant he’d stay with me. The two of us, just like this… forever. Always.