Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Shit. I trembled, loving the pain she gave me. My dick jerk against her, but he couldn’t get harder than he was. He was a goddamn rocket, and as I moved up over her body, he saluted her, slapping against my stomach.
I reached down and stroked myself, just a little, to ease some of the pressure.
“You going to put that thing inside of me?” She panted, a glow coming to her cheeks. There was light in her eyes. My cold and dead monstrous heart preened at knowing I helped put the spark back in her gaze. I was beginning to think I was put on this earth for the job, to coax out those little panting sounds and make her forget every fucking time one of her parents hurt her.
“You in a hurry or something?” My grin was wicked.
Her eyes lit up. “You—” She sat up, a determined expression coming over her. She shoved me back, hard enough that I went with it. I wanted to see where this was going. When Sam got all demanding in bed, fuck yeah. I loved when she was rough. She could slam herself down on my dick any day and all day long. I could still go.
I sat beside her, and she rose up over me.
Those golden fucking strong thighs came down on each side of me, straddling me. She settled right over me, rubbing herself over my dick. Up and down.
Shit. I hissed. She felt so good. The pleasure was going to make me blind. The edges of my vision began lighting up.
I grasped her waist. My fingers dug in. “Sam.”
“Shut up.” Her head fell back. “This is for me. Fuck. That feels so good.”
I concurred. My dick too. He kept trying to sit up and slip inside of her as she rubbed over me.
I moved my hand down, watching her. She seemed into this, but uh…I wanted inside of my wife. As her hips sped up, bearing down harder, I moved my thumb to meet her clit.
“Fuck,” she said, breathless.
She was beginning to seize up.
She was going to release.
“Sam,” I said, sitting up. I caught her and yanked her against me, but she kept moving over me. She was lost, totally in her own trance. “Mason,” she whimpered. Her hand went to my hair and fisted it.
“Agh.”
That was me because she yanked my head back, and in one swift motion, she rose up, grabbed my cock, and slid down over me.
Holy. Fuck.
It felt insanely amazing.
“Shit,” I half growled and half shouted.
Jesus. She was fucking me, rising up and slamming down.
My dick was loving this. I was loving this.
I needed a second to catch up and adjust myself, but only a second. Then I was good and I let the sensations start to roll through me.
She moved over me, rolling her hips in that seamless way when she rode me, like everything was for her enjoyment. Like I was here for her. Like my dick was her personal joy stick. Like no matter what, this touch from me was something no one else could do, and a savage rumble bore out of me at those thoughts because it was true.
My woman. My pussy.
The other part of me to make her feel loved and wanted and desired and to deliver every day I was breathing.
Half laughing, half sounding drunk, she picked up her pace. She tensed, her legs clamping down on me, and as a shiver wrought through her, I yanked her to me right as she tilted her mouth down on my throat too. Her teeth sank into me, and a choked grunt slipped from me at the feel of my skin breaking.
She made me bleed.
I got off on that shit.
Then she exploded, and her teeth sank even further into me.
I waited, holding off, gritting my teeth as she kept moving through her climax. She caught her breath a few times, her whole body shaking in my arms, but once she came back to herself, I moved my head back so I could see her. “You good?”
She laughed again, her body melting against me. “Oh fuck yeah. Just don’t ask me to go anywhere.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You ready for me?”
She stared at me, her eyes blank. “Wha—”
I flipped her back over.
I could’ve gone inside her from behind. Sideways. Sam didn’t care. We’d always been into exploring new shit, but maybe I was showing my age because I wanted face to face. I wanted my whole body pressed and rubbing against hers, and I wanted my mouth on hers as I shoved inside of her so we went missionary.
I did all of that. I caught her gasps and her cries, and her whines, and I fucked her through all of it. When she began crying out because another release was building, I really began stroking inside of her. I was banging her and only when she screamed into my mouth, did I let myself join her, spilling inside of her.