Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I moaned and let my arms fall behind me, my hands grasping onto the under ledge of the cabinetry that was next to my head.
She hissed when I inadvertently arched upwards as I reached for the lip of the cabinet, and her eyes flared bright before she hesitantly started to move on top of me.
I bit my lip and lifted my feet, giving her something to lean against as she started to move.
“Lean back,” I ordered.
She did, the movement allowing the lips of her sex to open, giving me the first good view of her pussy, as well as my cock stretching her tight.
Her entrance seemed to strain to take my girth, and I could see the blood from her torn hymen each time she rose and fell on my cock.
“Widen your legs, place both of your feet flat on the floor,” I instructed her as I ripped my shirt from my body. “Good girl, now use my knees to lean against as you lift yourself up and down on my hard cock.”
She moaned.
“Take your breasts out of your bra,” I ordered her. “Let me see them jiggle as you take me.”
She lifted her hands, which had been resting on her legs, to her bra.
Deftly she removed it, allowing those juicy globes to bounce free of their confinement.
“Jesus,” I moaned, closing my eyes.
My balls drew up tight to my body and I started reciting the pledge of Allegiance in my head.
By the time I was on the pledge to the Texas flag, I was redlining it.
“God,” I said. “Please get yourself there.”
She bit her lip, one hand going to a rosy nipple, and the other going to her clit.
The muscles of my arms strained as I kept myself anchored in place as she started to touch herself.
Her pussy clenched and I lost it.
The come from my balls started to jet out of the tip of my cock, bathing the inside of the condom I was wearing, filling it so full I feared for it’s integrity.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Freya cried, her voice going so high that my ears started to ring. “Oh, God yes.”
I growled loudly as the last dregs of my come poured from me, and then I saw stars when Freya came.
Her tight sheath clamped down on me like it was forever going to keep me, pulling at me and massaging me, coaxing more come out of my dick than I had realized was possible.
By the time she fell straight onto my chest, both of our breathing was erratic, and I was sweating so bad I stuck to the floor with each breath I took.
“I think you broke me,” I told her, seriously sure that she had, indeed, broken me.
My vision was hazy, and my head was resembling cotton candy.
She lifted up onto one arm and stared down at me.
“You broke me,” she said. “How am I supposed ever think about anything else again? You should fix me.”
“The person that broke you can’t be the one to fix you,” I told her. “It doesn’t work like that.”
She stuck her tongue out at me in reply.
I laughed and rolled us, pinning her to the floor with my upper body while I withdrew my length from her.
I held onto the condom as I pulled out, watching her face for any discomfort as I did.
Luckily, all I saw was sadness as I pulled all the way out.
“You have to fake it like the rest of us,” I told her. “Welcome to the land of the living.”
She punched me in the chest, glaring hard at me.
“You think I wasn’t in the land of the living?” she asked sourly.
I narrowed my eyes.
“How old are you?” I asked her. “We’ve covered everything from your favorite color to your high school teacher that you hated. Why don’t I know your birthday?”
She pursed her lips.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
I blinked.
“You’re…what?” I asked.
There was no way she was late twenties. She looked twenty-two at most.
She nodded. “I’m twenty-eight. It took me eight years to get through nursing school because I couldn’t afford to pay for it straight out, and I didn’t want to get any loans because of all the horror stories I’ve heard about paying them back. Plus, I didn’t start school right after I turned eighteen. Then there was the whole year I took off after I graduated because I was really scared to take the boards.”
That was surprising.
Very surprising.
She seemed like a smart cookie, but I could see it now that she’d said something.
“Why are you so self-conscious?” I asked. “It’s like everything you do, you gauge the situation. What happened that you can’t just be you?”
She stood up and turned her back on me, bending down at the knees to pick up her bra.
Then she walked away without answering.
Sensing a sore subject when I saw one, I removed the condom, threw it into the trash, and snatched my underwear from the floor before following her.