Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
His mouth seizes mine and I moan blissfully against his lips. His touch is masterful, and his tongue slips inside as I part my lips to welcome the intrusion. Meanwhile, his skin is almost hot to the touch, like a sun warming me as I slide my arms around his neck. It’s lovely—wonderful, even—but there’s a fire burning in my pussy, and kisses aren’t going to be enough.
I arch my back against him and open my mouth. Give me more, I think. And he understands as easily as if I’d spoken the words out loud. He caresses my tongue with his own and wraps his arms around my bottom, those massive palms on my ass. I moan as he squeezes my cheeks, and, as if compelled, I hop up and wrap my thighs around his waist.
Sam catches me as easily as I knew he would and backs me up against the nearest wall. I run my fingers through his silky hair as we make out. The tip of his cock presses against my pussy, but the damned thong is in the way!
Sam growls low in his chest and adjusts his grip on my ass as I move my mouth down over his throat, kissing and biting and licking as his pulse thrums. Then he fingers the wet fabric at my crotch, stopping a moment to look at me with wicked eyes.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he rasps. “These panties are drenched.”
“I am,” I whisper, but my yelp turns into a moan the minute he slides inside. His tip is enormous and I squirm a bit, trying to accommodate that massive head.
“Slow, slow,” he whispers against my ear. “You can do it, honey.”
“Oh Samuel,” I hiss as he slides in deeper, my thighs tightening at his waist. “Yesssss …. oh, yeah, you feel good.”
His cock is huge, and girthy too. It spreads me until I feel like I’m being split in half. He squeezes my ass tighter and buries his face in my neck, panting hotly against my skin. Then, he eases himself in and out of my sweet slit, sending jolts of heat and electricity through my body. It’s like his cock was made to fit inside. Last night’s fantasy pales in comparison to this, and as he pumps harder, I cry out.
“Relax,” Sam croons, leaning back to get a look at my jouncing breasts. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”
“But it’s feels so good,” I pant. “Your dick is amazing.”
A smile crosses his face, harsh streaks on his cheekbones. But then Sam moves from the wall and drops us both down on the futon. That’s when the gears catch. As he starts fucking me in earnest, I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
“That’s right, angel,” he pants, his thighs slapping against my ass. “Keep quiet so no one hears.”
I try, but then he hits a special spot deep inside and I jerk, my thighs beginning to tremble.
“Sam,” I moan, “Oh, Sam, I’m going to come.”
“Already?” he asks. “You’re such an eager girl, aren’t you? You wanted this dick inside you so bad, didn’t you?”
I gasp and suddenly, it happens. The intensity of my orgasm makes me dig my nails into his back as I let out a throaty scream. My pussy tightens around him as stars explode behind my eyes. But Sam is unstoppable. He presses me down into the cushion and continues drilling, that massive shaft spearing me again and again. My fluids thicken, and then suddenly a second orgasm strikes and my eyes roll up in the back of my head as my pussy contracts violently.
Meanwhile, Sam watches me with glowing eyes, wrapping my hair around his fist.
“Yeah baby,” he pants. “Yes, just like that.”
Then, with a massive roar, the handsome man explodes. His throat tightens and muscles tense as hot jets of seed flood my insides. I cry out again, lifting my knees to get the best angle, and he pumps me so full that semen literally spills out from between us, smearing my thighs and bottom.
“Oh god,” I cry out deliriously with tears in my eyes. “Yes!”
Finally, the tremors calm somewhat, and he collapses against me, that massive form hot and sweaty. He’s heavy, but it’s a good weight, and I stroke his back, still cushioning his hardness deep inside.
“Did you like that?” he growls, raising that sculpted torso to look at me. I flutter my lashes and giggle at him, tightening down below. He lets out a low groan.
“Do you think I did?” I coo.
He merely dips his head to kiss me again roughly.
“Sweetheart, if you liked it even half as much as I did, then you’re soaring on Cloud Nine.”
“Trust me, it was everything I wanted and more,” I purr.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me, a boyish smile brightening his face. “I’ve never met a girl like you,” he muses. “You’re incredible, Jessa.”