Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
He doesn’t come along with me. He doesn’t give in to the sensations when I go over the edge. He’s calculated and steady as he pulls his cock free, moving in his snakelike way as I watch him. Premeditated.
He’s straight into his bedside drawer where he takes out a big bottle of lube and slathers it right over his hand. I flinch as he squirts a load on my asshole.
“Cum isn’t going to cut it this time, baby,” he says, and pushes four fingers back into my open ass. He keeps on working them, circling them, pushing them in from every angle. I press my head back against the pillows, and close my eyes, still riding on the high of coming until he calls my name.
“Ella. Look at me.”
I come down from the ceiling and open my eyes to find he’s holding his hand up, in the same position as he taught me. Thumb pressed tight to his fingers. He slathers them up with more lube, but I’m nervous now. My heart races as he gets ready to open me up.
“Relax,” he says, but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m shaking. “Trust me,” he says, and I nod, urging my inner slut back to the fore.
She can take it.
Holly can take it.
I want to tick the fisting box on the list, ready for clients’ service. I want to take two cocks in one, and I want to take a whole hand whenever I’m paid for it, and I want Josh to be the first to do it.
Josh knows exactly what he’s doing. He uses his hand like the professional he is, reading just how hard he can push and when. He works me until I’m comfortable with each tiny step, using squelch after squelch of lube until the sheets underneath us must be covered in it.
I do ok, taking it well until he reaches the thickest part of his hand – the piece de resistance – literally.
That’s when it hurts. A lot. Enough that I cry out and clamp my legs shut. But his hand stays buried right to the knuckles, he doesn’t pull out of me.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he says. “This is the hardest bit, but once I’m in, you’ll be ok, you’ll feel so good, you’ll be thanking me.”
I waver, my thighs opening just a touch before closing again. I suck in a breath and try to relax. I look him right in his gorgeous green eyes, and nod in submission, and then I do what I’m told. I hitch my legs back up high, and loll my thighs open, giving him full access.
“Take a deep breath,” he says, and I do.
I groan as he pushes. I have to grip my legs in a vice to keep them open.
“Almost there,” he says, and I pant, then grit my teeth. “Almost… almost…”
And then my ass gives in to him. I cry out as my ass swallows up his hand and clenches around his wrist, and he’s all the way in.
“Fuck!” I yell at the pulsing pain.
“Steady,” he says, “relax, nice and steady. Just breathe.”
I breathe, try to relax into the stretch, the heat, the fucking pain.
“That’s it,” he says, “it will ease soon enough. Pain turns into pleasure, remember?”
I nod, trying to stay still, and he’s right, the pain is easing.
“Look,” he says, and I’m deliriously fucking happy as I raise my head, so proud of myself to see his hand all the way inside me. “You’re such a good hardcorer, Ells. You took it like a horny slut, even when it was hurting.”
I glow with pride like a filthy freak.
Yeah, I did take it, and I’m glad I did. He moves his hand a little and it’s so fucking nice. I’m as wet as he was. I feel it deep inside me.
“Want to stop now?” Josh asks, and teases by tugging his hand out, just a touch, making me flinch.
But no. I don’t.
I don’t want to stop at all.
I’m grinning, high as I shake my head.
“Don’t even think about it,” I tell him. “Give me more.”
And so he does it. Tit for tat.
The hardcorer Weston gives the little slut Holly every pump of his fist she can take, and lets her come for the pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-One
“It’s times like this I’m glad I’m not a hardcorer, even if my bank account isn’t.” Ebony shoots me a friendly side eye. “And you didn’t even get paid for it.”
I’ve been telling her about my filthy exploits with Josh as we walk through London, careful not to be overheard from passersby. Hasn’t always worked. We’ve had a few backwards glances.
“That’s one hell of a freebie I got last night,” I say. “Josh’s clients would pay a fortune for that kind of service.”
“Good job you’re his girlfriend then, isn’t it? You get the pleasure whenever you want it, and you can return the favour. Hardcorers united.”