Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
In doing so, she’d inadvertently brought my hand up, too.
Right up until it touched her pussy.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
I’m not really sure if it’d been like that all night, or if it was a recent thing while we’d been preoccupied.
Whatever. She’d had her nightgown hiked up to her hips, but with how long the gown was, I still hadn’t been able to tell that she hadn’t been wearing any due to all the fabric pooled around her waist. I’d been able to see quite a bit of bare thigh…but everything important had been covered.
But with that one move, my hand was now wet…and I wanted more.
Unconsciously, I held my hand exactly where it was, allowing my palm to stay suspended but not actually touching her.
I could feel the heat emanating off her body, and I closed my eyes tight and tried to once again regain control over the situation.
But then she widened her legs, and my hand was pressed up against her pussy.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She knew exactly what she was doing, too.
Because when that wet pussy touched my hand again…I lost it.
There was no way she could fake the wetness. No way she could fake her excitement for me.
And I wasn’t a strong man.
I only had so much to give, and my control was absolutely torn to shreds.
Katy had been chipping away at the walls I’d had erected since we’d met, and each day, each word that came out of her mouth, another small chip would find its way into my wall.
Until suddenly, they came tumbling down.
Sure, the guilt at nearly fucking her while asleep was still there.
But when she linked her fingers with mine, then started to undulate her hips so that she was riding the back of my hand…I just sort of…lost it.
I moved all at once.
Seconds after the move on her part happened, I tumbled her back to the bed, keeping our hands linked.
My knees went to her parted thighs and kicked them farther apart, and I became thankful that she’d moved until her nightgown was up and out of the way. With the new position we found ourselves in, my cock head was already at her entrance, and it took absolutely nothing on my part to start slowly pushing inside.
Her breath caught as my cock breached her pussy, and before either of us could really change our mind, or decide that we probably shouldn’t be doing this in the first place, I slammed into her.
My mouth followed shortly after that, catching the cry that left her lips seconds later.
My tongue plunged into the heated depths of her mouth, tangling with hers, at the same time my cock slid all the way inside of her until the tip of my cock kissed the entrance to her womb.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed into her open mouth. “You feel like hot silk.”
She wound her arm around my shoulder and dug her fingernails into my traps.
“Your cock feels like I’m going to need to throw all my inadequate dildos away because nothing else will ever compare,” she teased.
Hearing those words? Paired with me being buried deep inside of her? Well, I kind of sort of lost it.
I pulled my cock out and thrust it back inside, hard and deep.
She cried out and dug her nails in even deeper, causing a shiver of discomfort to wind its way through my belly at the sensation.
But the way she felt so tight around me made the discomfort minimal.
Later, I’d have little half-moons in the skin of my back. Tiny little reminders of how out of control Katy could be.
But right now? Yeah, I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Not when, as I pulled out again and thrust back forward, she started to clench and tighten as if she was seconds away from coming.
“Oh, harder,” she breathed, yanking her hand so hard that the cuffs dug uncomfortably into my wrist.
I pulled our joined hands back down, closing my palm around her tiny hand, and pressed it to the bed as I went up onto my knees and hands.
Seconds later I was filling her completely again, only to pull right back out.
Over and over again I filled her, thrusting hard enough that her breasts were bouncing hard underneath the nightgown.
I watched as they bounced, over and over again, in hypnotic succession.
She moaned and brought one hand up to cup one breast, pinching the nipple lightly with two fingers before trailing her hand down her belly to reach for the hem of her gown.
Moments after that, her nightgown was joining my shirt by our bound hands, and I was staring at her bountiful breasts as they jiggled and jerked.
“Jesus,” she cried out. “Yes!”
I couldn’t stop myself from hunching over and pulling her nipple into my mouth.
Her head started to thrash on the pillow as she clenched her eyes shut.