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)
It took a lot longer than it should have to slick the condom on because my hands were shaking like an addict’s.
Whether it was my shaking hands, or the way she was petting me, I didn’t know.
But by the time the condom was on and I was lining myself up at her entrance, I was anything but patient.
We looked into each other’s eyes, my look silently asking if she was ready, and her look telling me to get inside of her or else. Upon seeing what I needed to see, I slowly sank in. One solid inch at a time, until I was buried to the hilt.
That’s when I realized she was a screamer.
The moment I’d filled her to the hilt and hit the end of her, she cried out in surprise.
“Holy fuck!” she gasped loudly. “Jesus Christ!”
I chuckled, loving the way her warmth and slick surrounded me.
I loved even more that she was now leaning back against the mirror, one hand raised to brace, and the other running her fingernails down the length of my chest.
I pulled out and pumped back inside, slowly and methodically, keeping my gaze on her face the entire time.
I was a big dude. A big dude who was definitely proportional in all ways.
She was also a fairly small woman.
Though the leggings and the extra-large sweatshirt had been hiding a delectable body that I couldn’t wait to taste all over. To run my fingers over certain parts that looked as if they’d be extra jiggly, perfect for my hands to sink into for a fantastic handhold…
“Why are you being so easy?” she cried out in frustration. “Keene, please!”
The frustration and need in her voice were enough to allow my control to snap.
Giving over to what she so obviously wanted, I dropped my eyes to her body, and watched as my hard cock invaded her pretty pussy.
She was wet, and the evidence of that glistened all over my cock with each withdrawal.
Then there was her pussy, spread so wide around my cock. It looked obscene, and I fucking loved it.
“Yes!” she cried out in desire. “Ahhh!”
I’d never heard someone be so vocal before, but it was enough to have my balls tightening up when I didn’t want them to.
“Jesus fuck,” I growled when she started to tighten on me. “You better be fucking close, because your cries and pussy are stealing what little control I have left.”
Her eyes slitted open and she licked her lips.
I had to look away or else I’d lose what little control I managed to hold onto.
That’s when my eyes feasted on her tits.
Not big, but not small. They were the perfect size to bounce obscenely with each thrust of my cock.
They were just all over the place, and I had to reach up and catch one in my hand, pinching the nipple hard when it pebbled within my grasp.
She shrieked, and then her perfect little body was pulsing around me.
Her orgasm was spectacular.
Her eyes were huge and surprised, as if she was completely caught off guard at the intensity and the sudden onset.
Then there was her pussy, closing around my cock like it was trying to make it her own.
With my eyes now tightly shut, I let go, allowing myself to come.
The grunt of release that left me upon my orgasm slamming into me was just as loud as her cries, and I knew that we’d definitely caught people’s attentions.
I wouldn’t be surprised if when we left, there were bystanders waiting to see who came out.
But that thought was fleeting, and I fell back into the moment, panting and spent, staring into Ande’s eyes with obvious surprise.
I’d never felt anything like that in my life.
And I wanted to experience it again and again until I gorged myself on her.
She slumped against the mirror, and I forced myself to move, gathering her to me.
Our bodies were slick with sweat—mine more so than hers—and we panted in each other’s arms.
When I forced myself to pull away, a small whine left her throat at the intrusion of the cold.
“No,” she sniffed.
I chuckled, pulling out of her slowly.
The condom got tossed in the trash, and then she was on her feet, cleaning herself up with paper towels and water from the sink.
By the time we were both presentable, I was nervous on what I’d find on the other side of the door.
“Why are you so weird about this?” she asked as she walked to the door.
“Because I’m worried there’ll be a crowd after how loud you…” She opened the door, and I was right. Security was there, janitorial services that were about to open the door, and even a crowd of people all laughing. “…were.”
She eyed them all with disdain. “I nearly died, guys. I’m allowed to celebrate still being alive any way I see fit. At least I found a bathroom first.”