Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
And without warning, he drops his head between my thighs. His tongue strikes my pussy, but he doesn’t linger long. It glides over my clit, and Malik pulls himself onto the bed past my belly button. Malik crawls on top of me, between my breasts, as his hard bulge presses down against my pussy.
Oh fuck, it feels so good. Even through his pants, his head pokes and prods at my entrance. Like a homing missile locked on its target, Malik’s cock doesn’t need any guidance to reach its destination.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Malik’s hot breath tickles my earlobe as he whispers his concerns.
“More than anything in the world,” I admit.
He might have been doing his gentlemanly duty, but I’d have let him take me in that club, break me over the bar, and make me his with more than just words.
Malik groans his acceptance huskily and twists his hips to rub his cock against my wetness. Every sensation he enacts makes my core pulse with need. So much so that my arms move without my mind’s consent, sliding down the tiny gap between our bodies and working against his belt’s buckle.
It breaks free without much coaxing.
Another gentle thrust of his groin sends another sharp spike of satisfaction ripping through my body. My back arches, and my lower half presses against his throbbing meat.
Malik shoves a fist into the bed and uses it to hold his body up. The extra room to work with gives my hands easier access to his pants button. I unhook it, lower the zip, and Malik does the rest.
He uses his free hand to shuffle both his trousers and underpants down. And I get my first glimpse of his massive cock. It’s even more delicious than I could have imagined. So veiny, so swollen and thick with pleasure. The second his hand returns to the bed, I feel it brush against my lips. As he drops for another kiss, the head glides up my folds and applies pressure to my clit.
I lose myself to his kiss. To the feeling of the huge thing against my body. Just to all of it.
“I’ll take it slow.” Malik breaks our kiss to speak. He stares deep into my eyes as he cups my cheek. “You have full power. If it becomes too much, you tell me to stop.”
I nod. I can’t do anything else even if I wanted to.
He lifts himself onto his knees, grabbing the base of his staff with one hand while the other latch onto my breast. He guides the head toward my entrance, but his breathing becomes rapid and unsteady with every inch closer.
“Is it going to hurt?” The question comes out stammered.
Of course, it is. Every girl’s first time hurts, at least, that’s what I’ve been told. And with the heat Malik’s packing, it probably still would even if I was better versed in these sexual endeavors.
“It is, but the pain won’t last long. You’ll be riding the wave of ecstasy before you know it.”
The tip of his cock finds its destination, and Malik nearly collapses at the feeling. A low moan barrels out of his chest, and his grip on my breast tightens.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His attempts at being delicate crack with a raspy hiss.
“It’s your fault,” I tease.
With a gentle sway of his hips, it happens. His head breaches my barrier, and an instant arrow of pain bolts through my body. I can’t stop myself from crying out as my hands shoot forward and collide with Malik’s chest.
But he moves slowly, trying his best to ease me through the suffering and to the promised land. My hips buckle and jerk as he drives himself deeper. My nails dig into his flesh, clawing their way down, but he doesn’t make a sound.
“Are you okay, Melina? Is it too painful? Should I stop?” Malik whispers. Concern floods his beautiful eyes. No doubt a reaction to my own welling with tears.
“Don’t you dare,” I mewl.
Malik gets a firm grip on my hip with his free hand, holding me in place. “The worst part is almost behind us, but this is going to fucking suck.”
He pulls me towards him while he drives himself forward. An intense sensation of pressure mounts inside of me, alongside the feeling of being ripped in two. A choked scream claws its way out of my throat, but it’s quickly replaced by short, sharp breaths.
“Fuck,” he roars.
I parrot him, repeating it over and over, staring down at the vanishing act of his cock disappearing inside me.
Malik starts moving again. Slow thrusts to start, sliding his length out, then in. Five long strokes are all it takes for my body to adjust. Five more, and the pain dissipates to bliss.
But I can tell Malik’s holding back. Every muscle across his upper body is flexing. He’s squeezing into my waist, holding back from losing control. But as I get used to everything he has to offer, I don’t want him to. There’s an itch in my core, and only he can scratch it.