Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I’m not entirely sure if you’re joking or not,” I say, my voice a little shaky.
“Smooth edges,” he takes a step forward, “cool, rounded, the perfect shape really.”
Is it?
I can’t say I’ve ever looked at a beer bottle in that particular manner.
“I...I don’t know.”
“Stop,” he reminds me. “Say it, and I do it.”
Reaching down, he runs his finger through my smooth flesh, coating it with my arousal. Then, he lowers the bottle, rubbing it up and down, over my clit and against my opening. The bottle is cool and firm, not quite a sensation I’m familiar with. Pressing it against me, I automatically clench, scared of how it might feel. Squeezing my thigh, Western encourages me to relax without using a single word.
Then he slides the bottle inside, just a little.
I gasp and my eyes pop as my body fights against the intruder. For a minute, I’m not entirely sure this is a good idea, and I shake my head from side to side. Western tilts the bottle, just a touch, and gently slides it in and out, not deep enough that it hurts or is dangerous, but just enough to rub over that sensitive bundle of nerves. I quickly change my mind, gasping at the odd yet incredible sensation that fills my body.
“This won’t take long,” he murmurs, rocking the bottle in a way some men can’t even rock their own penises.
Crying out, my toes curl and my legs seem to fall even wider, if that’s at all possible. Western uses his free hand to rub my clit, and I know the moment he does, that he’s right. This won’t take long, oh no, this won’t take long at all. A few more gentle strokes and I can’t hold it back, I muffle a moan by turning my head to the side as my body arches off the bed and an orgasm takes over.
A low, pleased growl from Western can be heard over my cries, and when I’ve finished gasping his name amongst every curse I can possibly come up with, he carefully slides the bottle out and holds it up in front of me. I stare through hazy vision at the top of it, coated in my arousal, little droplets of white liquid sliding down the middle.
Western stands, taking hold of his jeans and jerking them down. His cock springs free and my eyes move to it, widening as I take in the long, thick, hard length. That’s not what has my eyes growing big, though, it’s the piercing straight through the top. I have never seen a pierced cock, but I like it. Oh yes, very much so. Gripping the hard length, Western strokes his hand up and down, standing before me in all his glory.
He's incredible.
I take him in, memorizing every hard inch into my brain so I never forget just how good he looks right now.
Taking his jeans, he pulls out a condom and rolls it on, before moving slowly over top of me, until his body settles over mine. Having him this close makes my heart race, and I hate that I can’t put my hands on him, that I can’t run them over those fine ridges of muscle, down those washboard abs, and over that delicious cock. My eyes focus on the cross that hangs down between us for a second before I meet his eyes.
The entire world feels as though it stops when I do that, because the look on his face isn’t one I’ve seen before. It’s almost...vulnerable. Gone is the hard expression, gone are his empty eyes, instead I can see a flash of life in those brown depths, and that look is all for me. We hold that stare for what feels like an eternity, my heart racing, my breathing labored, and so much passes between us without a single word.
Then Western plunges inside of me.
My mouth opens on a strangled gasp, and I stare up at him with a look of sheer pain as my body attempts to stretch around him.
He’s big, and my frame isn’t use to a man his size.
Trembling beneath him, I jerk on my restraints, but they don’t move.
“Hurt?” he grinds out, his voice tight.
I nod. “Yes. Yes.”
Tears burn under my eyelids, and the moment he notices them, his body stiffens. I expect him to run, to move, to climb off and end this, but he does something that shocks even me. He leans down and his lips lock onto mine. The kiss, at first, is nothing more than two lips pressing together, but slowly, as if giving up the resistance inside him, he parts his lips and his tongue flickers out.
He tastes incredible.
My body melts for him.
I kiss him back, deep and passionate, wanting to stay in this moment forever. I want to taste him every second for the rest of my life. I want to feel his body over mine, his cock stretching me. Forgetting the pain, I kiss him as he slowly starts rocking his hips, dragging that length in and out, softening me to him. Our mouths collide as he creates a perfect motion, rolling his hips in a way that is so meticulous, it’s as if he was born to do it.