Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
He leaned up to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, and I squirmed out of my panties. There was a flurry of frantic motion between us, and somehow we ended up naked, on the sheets instead of the duvet. I straddled his lap, trapping his thick erection between my pussy and his stomach. He groaned in appreciation as I slid my slick my flesh over the length of him, grinding my clit against his impossible hardness. I could have teased him like that forever, could have rubbed myself on him until I came, but I was too impatient. I shifted my hips and reached behind me to grasp him, guiding him into me.
I have had unprotected intercourse somewhere along the lines of zero times in my entire life. My mother raised me to view every man I slept with as someone I might have to spend the rest of my life co-parenting with, and her lived experience had instilled deep paranoia in me. I’d never gone bareback with anyone before, so it was a totally bizarre feeling as Neil slipped inside me, all velvety and hot, with nothing separating us.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, clenching my muscles around him. I guessed by his throaty groan that it felt just as amazing to him.
It took me a moment to remember to move, and Neil’s hands fell to my hips to urge me along. I braced my palms on his chest and sat up straighter, gasping as he slipped too deep.
I went slow, shifting my hips gently to avoid feeling that shock of pain again. I didn’t mind the “bottoming out” feeling during rough sex, but right now, I wasn’t looking for rough. Right now, I just wanted him.
His arms surrounded me, and he curled up from the bed to kiss my breasts, my shoulders, my neck. My hair fell around both of us, and he brushed it impatiently aside to cover my mouth with his. His teeth grazed my lower lip and caught it gently.
Sitting like this, in his lap with my legs around his back, my hands in his hair, I didn’t have a lot of leverage to move. It made for an incredibly tight fit, though, and I wriggled, trapped on his cock, unable to escape the delicious feeling of fullness.
He caught my arms behind my back, held my wrists in one strong hand. Leaning close to my ear, he whispered, “No, no. Don’t move.”
Shivers raced down my spine. He exerted just enough pressure on my wrists that it felt... stern. Commanding. My head fell back, my hair brushing over my shoulder blades.
“I want to tie you up like this,” he murmured against my jaw. There was something primal and dangerous about my throat being so exposed to him. When he nipped at my pulse point, I took in a breath and held it, and felt him smile against my neck. “Would you let me do that to you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed. I needed him to move. I needed something to push me over the edge. He traced a path up to my ear with his tongue and sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
Damn him. He knew what that did to me. He flexed within me, pulsing, exerting such exquisite pressure against my g-spot that all I wanted to do was thrash and writhe on him. The effect of his voice on my brain was almost enough to throw me over the edge into bliss. His tongue swirled over the shell of my ear, then just behind it, and I dug my fingernails into my palms, willing myself to sit still. He rocked inside me, once, twice, ratcheting my arousal higher and higher with barely any movement at all, and I spiraled out of control, shouting, shuddering, trembling.
Surprising me with his strength, he released my wrists and wrapped an arm around my waist, rolling me beneath him. My pussy felt impossibly tight and far too sensitive in the wake of my orgasm. I babbled and practically sobbed as he withdrew with torturous slowness, then eased back in. He slipped one arm beneath the bend of my left knee and raised my leg, driving deeper, holding me hard to him.
“Please, please, please,” I gasped, and though I didn’t know exactly what I was asking for, I was totally confident that he did.
Oh, he totally did.
He pumped into me with long, slow strokes, his hand splayed beside my head, pinning my hair to the mattress. At first, I just held on to him, but soon I was clutching the pillows, lifting my hips, riding incredible waves of pleasure until another climax broke over me. I felt it take him over, too, and he groaned beside my ear as his cock jerked deep within me.
I gasped, and after a moment, he lifted his head. “Are you alright?”