Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I stand stock-still as he takes a step back, opening the packet with his teeth, before rolling the condom down his cock. The thin latex does nothing to hide the thick roping of veins along his shaft, and I feel a modicum of regret for not having the opportunity to see if I could fit the massive thing in my mouth. I shift my weight on my feet, knowing just how sore I'm going to be in the morning, but it's anticipation rather than fear that's making me a little lightheaded.
"Unzip your pants. Shove them down past your knees," he growls. "Tits out."
I blink up at him, my brain glitching on which task to satisfy first, but I figure doing it in the order that he demands would be best.
Frigid air licks at my overheated skin the second I unzip my jeans, but I shove them past my knees as he commanded before lifting my shirt and bra up to free my breasts.
My hands tremble as I lower them back to my sides, but it has nothing to do with the cold air. If anything, my body is trying not to overheat from the arousal I feel, despite the puffs of visible air leaving my lungs between the two of us.
"Watch out for the exhaust," he says as he turns me away from him to face his motorcycle.
The safety warning seems a little out of place, but it's forgotten the second his hand on my back urges me to lean forward. I bend and hold myself that way rather than resting my weight on his bike, fearful I'll tip the entire thing over.
A hiss of pleasure gets lost on the breeze when he digs a finger inside of me without warning.
"Fucking knew it," he snaps, his finger dipping in twice before he urges a second one into me.
I'm drenched, something I knew long before he even asked. I think the rumble of the bike between my legs started it, and I was more than ready by the time my hands roamed down the front of his body on the drive up the mountain.
I attempt to spread my legs wider, hoping he'll also ease the ache in my clit, but my jeans are too tight around my legs, preventing me from doing anything other than just standing here and taking whatever he feels the urge to give me.
He groans when I flex my internal muscles, clamping down on his fingers.
With a bruising grip on my hip, he pulls his fingers free. A second later, heat from the tip of his cock meets my most sensitive spot. He presses forward, his length sliding easily through my slickened desire along my clit.
I moan as if we're the only two people in existence, taking no care that we passed a discreet driveway less than a quarter mile before we reached the summit.
By the noise that escapes his lips, it's clear the man could probably come by just sliding through the clamp of my legs. I have no doubt if he does it long enough, he could easily carry me over that edge with him, but I ache to feel him inside of me.
"Please," I beg, needing more in order to satisfy that bone-deep throb inside of me.
I wince when his fingers tug my head back, the grip of his hand on my hip forcing a deep arch into my spine.
"You'll get what I feel like giving you," he growls in my ear, but we must have the same train of thought because it only takes two more ragged breaths before he's notched himself right at my entrance.
I know how hard he's planning on taking me when the grip of both his hands tightens.
Pain has never been something I ever thought to consider where sex was concerned, but there's just something inherently natural about the way the aches in both my scalp and on my hip turn me on.
Instead of slamming into me as I expect him to, he presses forward, his thickness forcing my body to accommodate him.
We moan in unison, my legs growing weaker the further he pushes into me.
The second he finds the end of me, he pulls back and pushes forward again. I swear the man is splitting me in two, but my body hums with the need for more.
Surprisingly, warm fingers press against my clit, the grip of his hand on my hip gone but leaving behind the burn of the pressure he applied.
He seems content with the slow glide in and out of me, his breath ragged in my ear until his cock nudges that perfect spot deep inside of me and I cry out his name, the two syllables of it disappearing on the wind quicker than it took to speak them.
Instead of swirling his fingers on my clit like I'm so desperate for, he reaches further, curling a finger alongside his cock into my impossibly tight heat.