Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 105080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Then I felt the pressure, him pushing at my hole, stretching me, and this time I knew it was two fingers. I fucked myself on them. West continued fingering me and kissing my ass as he did. Two became three, and I was begging again, both wishing he would never stop and dying to feel his cock inside me.
When he pulled out, I felt empty and groaned at the loss. “Fuck me, please, baby, fuck me.”
“Shh. I am. I’ll give you what you need.” West slicked up his cock. He pushed my left leg out so it was bent, then moved so he had one leg between mine and the other on the outside of my right. He held me open, but I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed anymore. When he pushed at me with his crown, he said, “This hole is mine too. No one else will ever have it.”
No, they really wouldn’t. I couldn’t make words, though.
“Push out just a little, Bashful, not much.”
“Push out?”
“Yeah, it’ll help me get in. It’s probably not going to feel the best right away, but I’ll make it good for you.”
I nodded, trusting him. I did as West said, pushing out slightly, and then…oh…oh. He was pushing in, and nope, I didn’t get the appeal. Yeah, I’d had his fingers inside me, but his cock was different…thicker.
“Shh. It’s okay. Don’t tighten up. Relax. Let me in.” He tickled his fingers down my spine, and that helped.
This is West, I told myself, and that, along with the sound of his voice telling me he loved me, how good I felt, how good he would make it for me, made me ease up so he could keep working his way inside.
The stretch and the pressure were almost too much. I closed my eyes, tried to focus on the sound of his voice, and then it was there, close to my ear, his breath against my skin.
“That’s it. Fuck, Bashful. You let me in. It’s so goddamned tight inside you.”
I opened my eyes, felt him lean over me, his chest against my back, cock deep in my ass. “Don’t move yet.”
“I won’t.”
West waited, licked the shell of my ear, sucked my lobe, kissed my neck. My body relaxed into it, into him, and when he threaded our fingers together, his palms against the back of my hands, I said, “Fuck me. You can fuck me now.”
West pulled out slowly, then eased back in the same way. He kept up that pace, working me into it, finding a rhythm. Every time his groin was flush against my ass, we breathed out together, and it became more and more comfortable.
“More,” I demanded, and he gave it to me, quickening the pace.
“Move back with me.” West knelt, and I followed until I was on my hands and knees for him. He held my waist, still taking me slow, letting me adjust.
“More,” I begged again.
West’s hold on me tightened, the pump of his hips quickening. My cock bobbed as he fucked me, his fingers digging into my skin as his body slapped against mine, and oh…oh, did I ever fucking get it now.
“God yes. Fuck me.” He was right. I could quickly become addicted to this. I’d want West inside me all the time.
I pressed down so my head rested on the bed, and used one arm to hold me up, the other to jerk my dick. I jacked myself as West fucked me harder. Each time he shoved in, my eyes rolled back, and I nearly dissolved into the mattress.
The intense buzz beneath my skin grew and grew until West leaned in and said, “You need to come…fuck, you need to come, Bashful, because I’m about to fill your ass with my load.”
Then he bit into me, and I cried out, seeing stars as my body shattered and my balls emptied, my release all over my hand and the bed.
I felt him tense, his cock jerk and pulse, the hot spray of his load pumping into my ass.
We collapsed onto the bed together. I was on my front, West on his side with a leg over me. “So good. Thank you. Fuck, there’s nothing like being inside you.” He kissed me, my cheek, back, neck, rambling about how much he loved me and loved being inside me.
I rolled over and pulled him close.
A few minutes later, West got up and came back with a wet washcloth, cleaned me up, and tossed it to the floor.
“Did I fuck the words out of you?” he asked, climbing into bed with me, and I chuckled. He danced his fingers from my temple down my face to my chin. “Did you like it? You came, so it seems like you did, but if you prefer to fuck me, I—”
“I loved it. I might become a bit of a bottom,” I admitted, and he smiled.