Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I adjust on his lap so he slides the barest bit inside me. We both groan.
“Never felt anything so good. Sweetest honey cunt.”
I shudder around him at his dirty words and nod. I like that. I like it a lot.
“More,” I manage to say, gripping his hair as he moves his hips slightly, notching in another bit.
It’s good he stretched me with his fingers, or I can’t imagine him fitting even as much as he is. But he also had me so, so wet for him.
I love the feel of him stretching me. He fills me so good, so completely, splitting me open and lighting up my nerve endings everywhere.
I roll my hips up and against him. The length that’s still outside grinds against my flushed, swollen clit, and I cry out.
“Your cunt grips my cock so good. Always heard about fucking but never knew how good it would feel—”
My eyes fly open. Oh my god, is he saying. . .? I pull back just far enough to watch his mouth.
“Is this your first time?”
His mouth is tense as his head bobs up and down, and I watch his large Adam’s apple as he swallows, the tip of his cock inside me. He’s thousands of years old, to hear him tell it, but he’s only now, right this moment, losing his virginity?
I squeeze and spasm around him at the knowledge, and he slides in another full inch.
“I will roll you to your back now and fuck you,” he says. I can sense him waiting in case I say I don’t want to. But I nod.
This is what I like. Him taking control. Directing things. I exercise such tight control in the other areas of my life. With someone I trust—in bed—it’s liberating to give it up.
“I will be gentle,” he says as he wraps two pairs of arms around me, his cock still embedded in me as he shifts us. His bottom hands clench my ass, moving me slightly up and down his shaft even as he moves me to my back on the sleeping bags. I shudder and wrap my legs around his back.
When he finishes moving us, I realize that, yes, I’m on my back, but really, I’m cradled in his arms.
My legs open to him further, and my heel notches against his ass.
“I will fuck slow,” he says. My eyes are squeezed close again, but I nod and clench around his cock.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Move. I want to feel you move in me.”
And he does. Oh god, he does.
That thick cock of his starts to thrust in and out. I shudder beneath him as he makes his way a little deeper with every in-thrust.
He shifts one of his arms higher to cushion my neck, one warm fist right beside my face. I turn into it as my hair falls over my face, overwhelmed.
His body is so huge and powerful over mine, and his cock is so large, thrusting inside me. My spine feels like jelly as I cry and shake with rising pleasure. I’m not even at my peak yet, and already it feels so good, so damn good.
“You are so beautifully perfect beneath me,” he says through clenched teeth. “I die with how good your cunt feels gripping my cock.”
I writhe underneath him, my hips finding a rhythm with his.
He squeezes my ass and manages to slip another hand between us to rub at the clit he so cleverly discovered before.
And I go absolutely crazy; the pleasure is too good, too high, too— Everything. I feel everything, and it’s. . . Everything.
“You will not, what did you call it, arrive? You will not arrive until I say so.”
“Come,” I whine. “I won’t come.”
“Good,” he growls, dragging his cock out while one of his thumbs strums ruthlessly at my clit. “You will not come, beautiful little consort. You will fuck and not come until I say so. You did once, and I’ll allow it, but not again.”
I clench tight as a vise around his cock at the thought. “Will you punish me if I do?”
He pauses, and I realize maybe I’ve caught him by surprise. Then again, this is his first time. Shit. But he’s such a natural. Maybe he won’t. . . mind? So I press further. “Because bad girls need to be punished. Our little asses need to be spanked sometimes.”
A noise comes from his throat, and he leans over me, a pair of hands shooting out to grasp my wrists, pinning them to the sleeping bag. “Ungh!” I groan, my hips meeting his. Oh my god, I fucking love being restrained during sex, and I didn’t even have to tell him.
“Bad girls,” he hisses in my ear, his huge chest rubbing against my peaked nipples, “get punished.”
“Then please, can I come?” I cry.
“Come now as I fuck you.”