Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 132649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
The bristles of his beard abraded her face, and Iris wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unfamiliar, and as he deepened the kiss she forgot about the curious sensation, and went up onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He made an urgent, muffled sound against her mouth and, before she knew it, his other hand was at her waist as well and he’d hoisted her off her feet.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he made a deep sound of satisfaction before carrying her to the bed. He propped a hand on the mattress before planting a knee on the bed and lowering Iris onto her back.
He was braced above her, his weight supported by that one hand and knee, his mouth still devouring hers with the single-minded focus of a man who’d been starving for weeks.
Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he brought his other knee up onto the bed, he lowered himself until his hardness was grinding against her aching core.
Iris couldn’t find her breath and her hands moved from where they’d been entangled in the long, silky hair at the nape of his neck, downward toward his hard thrusting behind. Her fingers dug into the taut muscles she found there as she tried to guide his movements, frantically pulling him against her as she pushed her aching pussy up against his hard, hot cock.
She dragged her mouth away from his, uttering wordless, incoherent little pleas.
A small rational part of her brain was reeling in shock. This was too fast. It usually took Iris a while to even get close to an orgasm, but here she was, on the brink of coming after one kiss and some frantic dry humping. And that with a man with whom she was mostly still pissed off. She didn’t understand what was going on with her. This was completely uncharacteristic behavior for her.
If she’d been capable of rational thought perhaps she’d be embarrassed, but right now she didn’t care about how she should feel, not when she was so entirely focused on how she was feeling.
“Fuck… Iris,” Trystan’s voice was breathless and he sounded shaken to his core, as he continued to thrust against her.
It wasn’t satisfying either of them. The position was wrong, they weren’t getting enough traction, and they had way too many layers between them.
He fumbled with his pants, dragging them down past his narrow hips, and she helped him, pushing at them until his cock was free, stiff and throbbing between them.
He went to work on her leggings next, dragging them and her panties down to her knees.
“Is this okay? Are you okay?” he asked urgently. Breathlessly.
“Okay. It’s okay,” she assured, and—because she couldn’t part her thighs thanks to the leggings that were now bunched around her knees—he lifted her legs and draped them over one of his shoulders. He leaned forward—hands braced on either side of her torso—positioning his penis between her thighs and sawing his shaft between her pussy lips, the thick column of flesh dragging over the hard knot of her clit and ringing a cry of relief from Iris’s lips.
“Oh,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”
She was helpless in this position with her knees pushed to her chest, and was wholly reliant on him to give her the pleasure she craved.
He did not disappoint.
He continued to slide against her, using his cock head to scoop the creamy wetness flowing from her entrance to ease his path.
Iris was a wreck by now and his relentless stroking of her clitoris soon sent her crashing into a powerful orgasm. But he didn’t let up, instead he continued to thrust himself against her spasming flesh, his eyes boring into hers with a feverish intensity that she found herself unable to look away from.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he gritted out from between clenched teeth, dropping a hard kiss on her lips, before bringing his head up to stare at her again.
“Oh, oh… oh, Trystan,” she wept, as she came again, and this time was even more overwhelming than the last. Her eyes drifted shut as she mindlessly humped against his hot cock.
“Don’t close your eyes, Iris. Look at me,” he demanded gruffly and she forced herself to refocus, punch drunk and reeling. She was barely able to see straight, but he grunted in satisfaction when she met his eyes again. She lifted a palm to cup his grim, intense, beautiful face reverently… and was fascinated when he fell apart completely at her gentle touch.
His face clenched; it was the only word she could think of to describe the violent jolt of emotion that flickered across that handsome face. And his body went tense and still, as his mouth opened on a silent cry.
He throbbed wildly between her thighs, and Iris felt his cum land in hot streams on her belly, and probably on the hoodie that he’d pushed up to beneath her breasts.