Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Craig’s lips part like he’s going to respond, but he says nothing. Instead, he leans in and kisses me. My whole body goes pliant beneath him. I accept his kiss and lean back, letting him know that I am his, asking him for more and at the same time, telling him that he can do whatever he wants to me.
He presses his body down against mine, and I revel in the warmth, the weight, the musculature that traps me beneath him. As he applies more pressure, I instinctively lift my hips to grind up against him. My raw instincts are overpowering me now. I have no choice but to obey them. No reason to even think about questioning them.
I trust this man. I trust Craig.
I want him in my life more than anything.
I cry out as he grips my hips and flips me over onto my stomach. He does it with such ease it’s like I weigh nothing to him, and that just tugs at every feminine urge and instinct I have inside of me in a way I’ve never felt before.
In response, I tilt my hips up and glance back at him over my shoulder just in time to watch him, eyes full of lust, as he grabs my pants and pulls them down to my ankles, taking my panties with them.
And then he spanks me.
“God, look at that ass,” he growls.
I nearly have a heart attack. I don’t know what to do. Craig has never treated me like this before, but I love it. I absolutely love it. I feel like a stick of warm butter that’s melting under the sun as my lungs spasm, causing me to gulp down air as my heart begins to pound like one of those old steam engines.
Sparks burst from every one of my nerve endings, and I grasp at the couch cushions, trying to just grab hold of something to anchor myself as Craig licks and nibbles his way up my inner thighs. When his tongue reaches my sex, I bury my face in the fabric and scream.
I can feel his lips twist into a smile, even as his tongue moves up and down on my most tender of tender spots. My most sacred of sacred. Fire lights in my toes and spreads quickly up my body, taking me over quickly as Craig grips my ass and spreads me open, giving him an even better angle to pleasure me.
I’m barely even able to keep myself together at this point. Every warm, wet pass of his tongue across my clit is like pure heaven raining down on me. I can’t hold it any longer. Euphoria grips me, and my climax crashes into me like a torrential wave intent on sweeping me into the sea.
Every muscle in my body goes stiff. The air is forced from my lungs as I completely stop breathing. Craig, who seems to be able to read my body language perfectly, stops moving his tongue and simply applies pressure, holding it right where it needs to be, allowing me to ride out the rush of wonder until I finally come crashing down from what has to be the most intense orgasm of my life.
“Good girl.” I can hear him stripping off his clothes behind me as I suck air back into my lungs and try to come back down to Earth from where it is up in space that Craig just sent me. I’m just about to roll over onto my back to face him when I feel his thigh on the side of my hip. Then I feel his other thigh on the side of my other hip. And then I feel him, pressing hungrily against my entrance.
I didn’t realize just how wet I was until I feel him slide inside me, spreading and stretching me with his thickness. And he does so this time with one strong, demanding thrust, taking me all at one time. I can feel his hunger and lust with that one strong movement.
“Oh my God!” I cry out as Craig crashes into me with his wonderful, powerful thrusts. Every one of them causes those same sparks across my nerve endings to go brighter and brighter. He’s so thick, so big, slamming against that spot inside me that drives me wild with the crown of his cock.
I whimper as he lifts my shirt and takes my breasts in both hands. I feel his lips on that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder and instinctively turn to meet his kiss as he continues pumping faster and faster.
“This is for those five years, Daisy,” he whispers, our bodies locked together in heavenly intimacy. “This is for all the mistakes I made and how I will make it all up to you.”
He pumps faster, filling not only my body with his manhood, but my soul with his words and his pledge. “I swear I’ll be there for you. I will never make the mistake I made again, Daisy. Never. I love you.”