Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
He reached up and caught the underside of his headboard with his hands, causing the muscles on his ribs to pop even more, and I broke.
I had to touch him. Lick him. Run my lips and tongue over every inch of his chest.
I straddled his leg with my thighs and started kissing.
I caught one tip of a nipple between my lips and nibbled.
Circling the other with one finger, I gorged myself on him, savoring him in a way I’d never done with any other.
“If you don’t start doing something,” he rasped, sounding hoarse, “then I’m going to have to take over.”
Grinning at him, I ground my wet pussy along his thigh, loving the colorful curse that sprang from his lips.
“Patience,” I ordered. “I’m having fun.”
His eyes gleamed, but I took pity on him anyway, and slowly moved to the middle of this splayed thighs.
He groaned when I hooked my hand into the band of his underwear and pulled them down over his engorged cock.
And boy, was it engorged.
I’d never seen anyone so big before, and it looked so damn angry.
Veins were pulsing, his cock was bouncing with the beat of his heart, and it was so ruddy that it looked like it hurt.
I cupped his balls in my hand and rolled them around my palm, nearly laughing at the way his eyes squeezed shut.
So close, but so far away.
With his eyes closed, I leaned forward and captured the tip with my mouth, causing his hips to nearly shoot off the bed.
His cock went farther down my throat than I’d intended, and I gagged.
“Fuck, fuck. Sorry,” he wheezed. “Goddammit, that was beautiful.”
Taking a note from his book, I choked myself again, this time purposefully. I took him as far down as I could, then more.
I pulled back with another gag, then said through a panting breath, “Push down on my head so I can take more.”
His eyes snapped open, and he growled.
“Are you sure?”
My eyes clearly said I was sure as I held his and went down on him again.
His left hand came free of the headboard, and then he was pushing the back of my head, urging me to take more.
My throat spasmed around his invading cock, and he let me up.
I gasped for breath, then said, “I’m not going to break, Keene.”
That must’ve been all the incentive he needed, because the next time I pushed him into my throat, he made me take more of him. And he held me there for so long that I dug my fingernails into his thigh.
He didn’t stop until he saw a look in my eyes, and then he released me.
I gasped for breath, then smiled.
Something flared in his eyes, and the control he was giving me snapped.
He fucked my face.
There was no other word for it.
In and out. Deep enough that I’d gag. But never so long that I started to panic.
He read me like a freakin’ book, taking what he wanted, but always ensuring that I was happy and okay the entire way.
By the time he cursed and yanked me off of him by my hair, I was a panting, squirming mess. And he was… broken.
One second, I was on my back, expecting him to crawl between my legs and take me like we both wanted. And the next he was flipping me over by taking my foot and twisting me so fast that a startled squeak fell out of me.
He climbed behind me, yanking me exactly where he wanted me, ass in the air with my legs spread wide… and then he was sinking inside of me. No preamble. No getting ready. Just one solid, long thrust until he was buried to the hilt.
There were no niceties. This was a frantic fucking he gave me.
Rough, long thrusts of his cock deep into my wet pussy.
The obscene sound of my sex being penetrated by his cock filled the air, as well as the slaps of his hips meeting my ass.
Even the swinging of his balls added to the sound waves.
Slap. Slap. Slurp. Slurp.
I cried out, feeling something huge coming on, and wondered how in the hell I was going to survive what was about to happen to me.
Then he cursed, coming to a complete stand still, and I wailed out a protest.
“Nooo!” I whined.
“Condom,” he breathed out, his hands clenching so hard on my ass that I bet there’d be bruises tomorrow. Each fucking finger would be imprinted into my ass cheeks.
I moaned. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I was tempted.
Oh, boy was I tempted.
But I didn’t think I was in the place right now to be having a pregnancy scare.
“Get one,” I pleaded. “God, get one.”
His fingers dug in just a little bit harder, and then he said, “Don’t have any.”
I mewled.
Then, before I could stop myself, I was grinding back against him.