Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Almost as if in response, Russell removes his shirt too, giving me a view of his tremendous chest. How is it an elementary schoolteacher has such an incredible body?
I can’t even help myself. I reach out and begin tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers as he goes to work undoing the buttons on my shorts. I’m entranced. With every deep breath he takes, his chest expands, causing it to grow even wider than it already is.
“You’re like a Greek god or something,” I mutter. Russell laughs, tugging my shorts down.
“No, gorgeous. I’m just a man entranced by your beauty.”
He unzips his pants with his thick, strong fingers and pulls them down, leaving us both in our underwear. But the next thing he does is reach down and lift his cock out and set it on my lower belly, letting me feel its weight like it’s some kind of thick snake. It’s hot too, and thick, and as he moves his hips side to side, the tease on my clit sends bursts of sensitivity through my body like electricity.
“I’ve been missing this,” I whisper. “Missing you.”
“Tell me about it,” he replies with a grin, hooking a finger in my panties and tugging them aside. “We never should have been apart, and it will never happen again.”
“Promise?” I ask, feeling helpless and hopeful beneath him.
He fixes his eyes on mine and nods, causing my insides to flutter with delight. “Promise.”
Then he slides his tip between my sopping folds and splits me. I moan as he penetrates me and spread my legs wide, giving myself over to him, wanting it more than ever.
There’s no pain this time, just the full relief and bliss of being taken by the man I’ve been missing for the last two weeks. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and clutch him in an embrace as he begins to thrust. Pleasure balloons inside of me, encompassing my entire body like an invisible force. The lightheadedness I was experiencing before is nothing compared to what I’m starting to feel now.
Russell’s hands are working overtime on my body. The way he caresses me has me feeling like a goddess – the only woman in this world worthy of his attention. And that’s a feeling that has me ready to erupt with joy.
The more he pounds me, the more he closes the gap between us. These last two weeks, there has been space between us, but he’s removing that now. His thick arms wrap around me, holding me tight, his palms gripping me, kneading the flesh of my bottom as his manhood drills into my core.
“I could do this forever,” he whispers, kissing up my neck as I breathe his scent into my lungs. The intensity is growing inside me. This man is absolute magic, and I’m caught up in his spell.
“I’m yours whenever you want me,” I moan, suddenly aware of the sheer size of his cock inside me. I’m starting to clamp down on him. I’m close. I’m right at the brink now.
“Christ, that tight, wet hole,” he growls, thrusting deeper, harder, with longer and more deliberate strokes. “You’re so warm and so goddamn good, baby. I can barely even hold out when I’m inside you.”
Everything in me lights up when I hear this. It’s like an ignition for fireworks about to be sent up into the sky. And the very next second, his fingers thread through my hair and clench, and he tugs my head back, exposing my neck like he’s about to bite me into me like some kind of savage monster. But instead, he kisses me quickly, passionately, as his cock begins to swell within me.
I’m right there, and so is he.
“Take that cock, you gorgeous little slut,” he growls. His words shock me, and I gasp and go hot all over. “But you’re not a little slut anymore, are you? You don’t dance for those men, do you?”
“No!” I moan, grabbing tighter on to his neck and back, digging my fingers into his muscles.
“You’re mine and only mine, aren’t you?” The possessiveness in his tone is such a massive fucking turn-on. I had no idea I would be okay with him talking to me like this. But he knew.
“Yes!”
“Say it,” he says, grabbing my neck with his other hand with just enough pressure to make me feel like I’m being chained up.
“I’m yours,” I reply, my climax rapidly approaching, every nerve in my body tingling, my skin hot like I’m lying out in the midday sun.
“Louder!” he growls, tightening his grip, pounding me harder. I can hear the sound of the couch banging against the floor with every single one of his strokes.
“I’m yours, Russell!” I cry out as my orgasm hits me. “Fuck!”
We come together. His cock flexes, and I feel a hot, sticky spray let loose inside me as my climax rocks my body and sends me into convulsions. It’s all I can do to hold on to him for dear life as he sinks his manhood into me as deep as it will go and does what a man is supposed to do to a woman he wants.