Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Then two of his fingers were sliding inside me, thrusting and twisting and I screamed as all of the pressure that had been building since he’d first pulled off my shirt coalesced into a feeling so acute that my eyesight went completely blank for a moment. After that first blast of feeling, it came again, in waves, and I sobbed as I chased it, rolling and jerking my hips against his tongue and fingers, desperate to hold on to it.
When it finally ended, I slumped forward, my thighs shaking with exhaustion as I tried not to fall down and suffocate him.
He moved out from under me as I panted, trying to get a grip on this new world that had just unfolded before me. Sex had felt good with Titus before, but nothing had prepared me for that—nothing compared. Not even when I touched myself.
“Good?” he asked, kissing my shoulder as he fitted himself behind me.
“Uhm,” I mumbled, making his chest shake as he chuckled.
“More?” He kissed the base of my neck.
“More,” I confirmed.
His knees bracketed mine as he pushed in behind me and his cock slid along the sensitive skin between my thighs. I shuddered.
“Can you lean forward, baby,” he whispered, his hand pushing gently on my back.
I nodded and did what he asked. Moments later, he was sliding inside me.
I was swollen and sensitive and it was a tight fit. When my butt was nestled into the crook of his hips and he was thick and hard inside me, I let out a low moan. His hands slid up the inside of my thighs and my hips jerked. Then he moaned.
“Aw, fuck, sugar,” he breathed into my ear as he started to move. His hands found my breasts and gripped them, pinching my nipples between his fingers as he thrust.
My head fell back against his shoulder, too heavy to hold up as every nerve in my body came alive, prickling with heat. His cock pressed against some point inside me over and over again, making small noises of pleasure burst from my throat. I arched my back, and the sensation magnified.
“That’s it,” he growled against my throat. “That’s it, baby.”
One of his hands moved between my legs and I let go over the headboard to put my hand on top of his, our fingers sliding smoothly together around the skin there. I was stretched wide around him and I groaned at the dual feeling of him inside me and slipping through my fingers.
Titus’s hand slid from under mine, moving forward to play with the bundle of nerves there as I clenched around him. A gush of wetness covered my hand.
Then his hand was sliding up to my breast to pinch my nipple, almost to the point of pain. I arched against it, not sure if I liked it but also reaching for more.
Titus let out a huff of breath, and still, he thrust, the sound of us loud and wet and primal.
His hand gripped my jaw and two salty fingers slid inside my mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered.
His other hand moved down.
I was sucking on his fingers, arching and grunting against him when it washed over me a second time.
“I love you,” Titus murmured roughly against my shoulder as his thrusts became less precise. “Fuck, I love you.”
He paused and shuddered.
My muscles were trembling and as he pulled out, I moaned. Carefully, he helped me down onto the bed on my side, his hands soothing and gentle as they swept down my arms, my belly, my thighs.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
I lay there, completely boneless as he padded to the bathroom.
I’d had sex. Plenty of sex. I’d thought I knew how it all went down, but I hadn’t in a million years imagined what Titus and I had just done.
“Okay?” Titus murmured, pressing a wet washcloth between my legs.
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
He dropped the washcloth on the nightstand and reached out to pull the comforter and sheet down so I could get inside, then he followed me in.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said quietly, licking the tip of my breast delicately.
I ran my fingers drowsily through his hair. “That was… not what I was expecting.”
Titus paused then sucked my nipple into his mouth before letting go with a little pop. “What do you mean?” He went back to it.
“I—it just wasn’t what I’m used to,” I replied, shuddering as his hand slid up my thigh and his fingers cupped me.
“How so?” he asked, not bothering to stop what he was doing.
“I’ve only done it, you know, in the car with you—”
“Not my finest moment,” he muttered dryly.
“And then with Caleb—” I expected him to pause again, but he didn’t. “We did it in bed.”
“We’re in bed,” he pointed out.
“No, I mean, under the covers. You know, the normal way. With me on my back and him on top.”