Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
All I could do was stare. “Fuck.”
Confident, she moved up and down, rolling her hips when she was back in my lap, slipping my dick inside her before she rose up again. Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, and she used my frame as an anchor to leverage herself. Up and down she moved, her tits shaking slightly and dancing in my face.
I had fantasized about this very moment in vivid detail. I’d imagined how she would feel, how we would move together, but I could never imagine this feeling in my chest, how deeply I fell into the moment. When I’d originally thought of her this way, it was just about sex. That wasn’t the case anymore.
My hands pulled at her, and I breathed hard as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I gripped her cheeks and kissed her tits, my fingers digging into her flesh harshly, my moans landed on her skin like I was wild and uncontrollable, panting and writhing, feeling my dick slide in and out of the most perfect pussy in the world. My hand entered her hair and fisted it, but then my hands were on her tits a second later. I was never in one spot too long because I was anxious to touch something else, her flat stomach, her toned thighs, that fucking ass…Damn.
I was losing my fucking mind.
Every other woman before her was sterile, routine, boring.
This was fucking passion…on fire.
She ground her hips and dug her clit into my flesh, bringing herself to orgasm like she was just using me to get off. Her beautiful skin started to bead with sweat, and her lips parted as she breathed hard. She dug harder and harder into me, bringing herself to climax because she knew exactly how to use a man.
She could use me all she wanted.
I watched her come, watched her fall, watched her head roll back as she moaned loudly, filling my office with the echoes of her pleasure. She marked my world with her beauty, and now, her presence would always be thick in these walls. Her fingers grabbed my shirt and wrinkled the material with her sweaty palms, but I didn’t care.
Since she was done, I couldn’t hold on a moment longer. How was I supposed to last when the sexiest woman in the world was bouncing on my dick with no condom, all her cream was building up at my base, and she was naked while only my bottoms were slightly down? She pleased me because she knew nothing would get done until I had her, until I had my woman.
My head rested against the back of the couch, and I clenched my jaw and groaned because it was so damn good. My hands were all over her body once again, and I panted with exhilaration and enthusiasm. I was never this anxious in bed, never this passionate, but this woman was what I really wanted, and now that I had it, I didn’t know how to absorb it. I was a madman, groaning in pleasure, groping her tits, and just spinning on a high.
She moved closer to me and cupped the back of my head as she brought our faces close together. Up and down she moved, taking that big dick like an Olympian. “Derek…” My name never sounded sexier. Whenever she said it, it was full of need, like I was oxygen to her lungs. She was coaxing me into the grand finale, asking me to come inside her.
I hadn’t been with a woman bareback like this in ten years, and I’d forgotten how good it was, how unbelievably intimate it was. I could feel everything, feel her wetness and tightness, and I could give her myself completely. When I’d made love to her last night, I didn’t even think about rolling on a condom. It didn’t seem right, not with her.
I came inside her, moaning loudly, my arms wrapping around her body and pulling her against my chest, our scents and the scents of sex mixed together into a distinct fragrance. I filled her with the mounds of arousal I had, and my fingers kneaded her skin as I did so. My face rested in her neck, and I whispered, “Baby…” When I was finished, I stayed there, drinking in her skin, gripping her tight. I’d fucked a lot of women, but never like that. I’d never had anything so passionate and real in all my life.
And it didn’t scare me.
I eventually released her and fell back against the couch, looking at her perfection on top of me. I wanted her to stay there forever, even when my dick was soft and my come slowly drifted out. I loved the sweat on her skin, the pleasure in her eyes. I just wanted to look at her…forever.