Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I’m so wound up, so on edge that I need to take a minute, take a breath. I crawl forward and turn over, laying on my back. He’s on me then and notches himself between my thighs. I feel the good weight and size of him as he crowds me, swamps me, drags me under again. He covers me, his mouth on mine. I gasp and welcome the invasion of his tongue, stroke it with my own. My arms go around him, fingers gripping the fabric of his white shirt. I hear him loosen his belt, the hiss of his zipper. I twist and wriggle beneath him restless and eager. He nips my lip, presses me down into the couch with the weight of him and I grab his butt and squeeze. He grins, and that grin is devastating. I feel a silly smile on my own face in response. I push his pants off his hips and get my hands on his smooth, hot skin. He belongs to me, I think, as I touch him experimentally. He is mine. Always has been.
I can’t meet his eyes with that thought in my head. I try to turn away, face to the wall, but he catches my chin and turns me to face him.
“Look at me,” he says. “I need to see your face when I finally have you,” he says. I look up and meet his eyes. Beautiful dark eyes, pupils blown wide, meet mine. He reaches between us, fingertips grazing my pussy.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder for an instant. He works two fingers in my tight passage, stroking and twisting, stretching me. Getting me ready for his invasion. I love this, the intimacy of it, the gentleness. I kiss his temple, his cheek. He takes my mouth again suddenly, his tongue exploring and claiming every part of me. I give an involuntary shudder as he withdraws his fingers. It almost hurts to be empty now and I peck my lips against his, a cue.
Benny grabs my leg behind the knee and hitches it up, making more room for himself. He notches the thick head of his cock at my entrance, rubs his salty wetness around my lips. When he is barely in, filling me only at the opening, he cups my cheek. “Ready?” he asks me.
I nod and grit my teeth against the heavy slide of his cock entering me. When he penetrates me, I nearly come up off the couch. My nails score his shoulders, his forehead pressed to mine. I turn my head and lick a drop of sweat off his jaw that has tracked down his temple from the effort of holding still. He pulls out, slick, and slides all the way back in to the hilt.
We cling to each other as we rock in this desperate rhythm. His mouth is against my ear, whispering that he needs me to come, that he can’t until I do, I feel too good, so tight and wet, he can’t stand it.
He’s been so deliberate and controlled, all maddening skill until now. Some tether he’s had on himself snaps. He abruptly sits and scoops me up onto his lap. He’s on his knees and I straddle his beefy thighs while he holds me up and just stuffs me full. I cry out at the force, the wildness of his thrusts that have no steady rhythm.
He grinds into me, his fat cock stuffing me and his pelvic bone grinding into me right where I need it the most. Breathless, it seizes me then, and I come apart. My inner muscles quiver as I try to clench around his thick invasion but there’s no room. I bear down and grit my teeth against the maddening pressure and the clear, bright rush of my climax as it drives me over the edge. I thrash in his grip as the pleasure takes me.
He must have self-control made of titanium because he keeps thrusting until I’m so wrung out that I sag limply against him. He cups the back of my head and cradles me against him, still buried deep inside me. I feel lax, loose-limbed as I turn my face to his throat, licking and sucking. He groans, says, “Jesus, Daze,” as he breathes hard. All I can think or feel is a sharp instinct to claim him. I let the impulse take me and supposed to be a chuckle turns into a moan as I rock my hips a little, keep him buried inside me and grind on him.
Gone is the tender embrace. He grabs my ass in a bruising grip and moves me faster until I’m riding him hard. It seems impossible but he swells inside me, even harder, somehow bigger still. I gasp, my hand sliding down my belly. I can feel him so deep in me that I think for a moment I can touch him, my fingers trailing just below my belly button in wonder as I stop sucking his neck long enough to look up at him.