Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
We'd stopped having a medical exam, and moved into a different kind of exam ten minutes ago when he’d walked in the door. Yet, neither one of us wanted to admit it.
I, of course, was physically incapable of it, but he might've still had his wits about him.
However, my eyes were too unfocused to know for sure.
Then he touched my clit, and I was lost.
I would've screamed, did scream, but his hand muffled it—making it sound more like a muted moan that likely wasn't heard from the other side of the flimsy door.
"We need to stop," I mewled, worrying now. "This isn't right."
He laughed. That deep sexy laugh that had always gotten the better of me.
The first time I'd had sex not in the privacy of mine or Reed's bedroom, he'd given me that same laugh. The laugh that made me tingle all over while teasingly mocking me at the same time.
The last time he'd laughed at me like that, he'd had me up against a wall outside of his brother's graduation party. He'd wanted to do it in a closet with seventy of our closest family and friends on the other side. And I'd done it after a little persuasion on his part.
I'd grown up since then, though. I was a different person. I was a stronger person.
Right?
Wrong.
I'd dreamed of Reed since our breakup. I'd imagined him in every way possible since then. It was sick, really.
He'd broken up with me. I should've moved on. Should've found a way to be happy without him.
But there was a funny thing about love.
It didn't give you the choice on who you loved, or how much love you could give them. Seems that Reed got all of my love. I tried. I really tried to move on from the debilitating pain, yet here I lay, as if not a single heartbreaking day had gone by.
Too many years after he broke up with me, and I still couldn’t tell him no.
Because one more day with Reed, even though I knew there'd never be anything else with him, was better than no Reed at all.
I needed him like I needed to breathe. Like I craved Cadbury Easter eggs during Christmas time, and frozen Snicker bars in the dead of winter.
I'd give up bread to be with him.
"Please!"
The fevered whisper was all he needed.
He was unzipping his pants and taking his cock out of the hole in his boxers and pants seconds later.
His cock was the same. Big, thick, and beautiful. He’d always been well-endowed, and time hadn’t changed that.
I bit my lip, watching him watch me, and moaned in need as I squirmed on the table.
He didn't waste time. He didn't act like this was all right.
We both knew it wasn't.
It wasn't all right, and never would be.
But we were doing it.
He pushed his cock into me. No build up. No pussy footing around. He forced himself into me, the way we both knew I liked it, and made me take him. Forced me.
He was so big. He always had been.
God, I loved that burning stretch. I'd missed it, and hadn't realized how much until just that moment.
"Fuck."
We’d both said the words.
We both felt them, too.
I circled my hips, hoping to urge him on, but he held my hips with both hands pressing down and forced me to stay still.
“Trying not to come,” he told me.
I wasn’t.
I pulsed my pussy, squeezing his member, hoping to urge him on.
It only backfired, though.
See, here’s the thing.
I’d always, always been great at orgasming when it came to Reed. There’d never been one time that I could think of that I hadn’t come.
Yet, coming as many times as I had today, and still coming?
That was unheard of, even for Reed.
So, when I came a third time, this time with nothing but his cock stretching me, and my pussy squeezing him, it surprised us both.
I was momentarily stunned.
He couldn’t hold back.
He started to roughly take me, so hard and fast that I couldn’t catch up.
One orgasm went into another, and I was begging him for something, unsure what it was.
“I need…”
He knew exactly what I needed.
One second I was on my back, my feet in the stirrups, and the next I was on my belly and yanked down.
I was short. Even with the stool at the bottom of the table pulled out, I barely touched.
And he took advantage of that—of my vulnerability.
He fucked me hard, fast, and without restraint.
His cock filled me so full that I wasn’t able to do anything but take him.
His fisted hand went to the table by my head, and I turned to study it.
My entire body jolted with each of his thrusts, and they felt so good that I was nearly screaming with the intensity of my impending orgasm.
I could feel it building. Could feel the wave about to roll over me.