Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
He loves it when I drown him in my saliva and make a mess of my tits with it. And since I’m doing all of this in front of the big, bad mirror, I also put on a show for him. I know he loves it when my tits jiggle and curves shake. So I deliberately make them. I deliberately, exaggeratedly go up and down his length so that my big tits not only shake but also smack against each other. I even turn toward the mirror while still sucking his dick and pull at my nipples. I squeeze my tits. I heave them up in my hands and bring them together over and over, playing with them.
And I have to say, I get why he loves it. I get why he loves looking at me in the mirror because God, I am beautiful.
Out of shyness, I’d only look at myself in flashes before and mostly stare at him staring at me. But today, I keep my eyes on myself, and yeah, I understand why. I am a woman in love, sucking her man’s cock. Of course I am beautiful. I have thick, gorgeous curves that my man goes crazy over. That he dreams about. How can I be anything but stunning, like he calls me?
How can my glistening thighs and spit-drenched tits be anything less than breathtaking? How can my wide hips and the soft rolls of my tummy that he holds on to so he can fuck me harder ever be anything less than glorious?
I could stare at myself forever.
But that’s not what this is about. I need to focus on making him go crazy. And nothing makes him crazier than me locking eyes with him, so in the next breath I do that. I look at him in the mirror to find he’s already been watching me. And God, he’s almost in a trance. His eyes glazed over, his chest gusting with breaths, and every muscle in his body clenched and standing in stark relief as he watches me suck his dick.
Plus, when he realizes that I’m looking into his eyes, his knees buckle and his thighs shake. His hands in my hair become painful and his face turns mean.
Before he yanks my mouth off his dick.
I’m not happy about it, but I like that trails of my spit connect my swollen lips to his dick. I like that even he can’t sever our connection. He shakes my head with his fist and makes me look at him, not in the mirror, as he growls, all angry-like, “You wanted to make me crazy, didn’t you”—another shake of my head—“well, you got it. You’ve got me so riled up that I’m this close to sayin’ fuck it and goin’ to town on your gorgeous porn-star body. So you wanna fuck your daddy, darlin’, now’s the time. Because pretty soon, playtime will be over and once your daddy gets goin’, he won’t let up until he’s wrecked you and trashed that college girl pussy.”
How is it that he can say the sweetest things in the scariest of ways. And how is it that I feel myself falling harder for him.
I attack him then. I push him down to the floor and get ready to take a ride. And again, if not for this past week, I would never have dreamed about being able to do it so easily. Being able to fit his fat cock into my tiny hole, let alone riding it on the top. And thank God, I can, because this is amazing.
It’s fucking life-changing, having him so deep. It feels like he’s almost touching my throat. It’s transcendental, tunneling my fingers through his chest hair as I twist my hips on his cock, making him shudder and shake underneath me. All that power at my mercy. This is what he said riding a horse feels like, didn’t he, and Jesus, I get it now too. I’m riding my dark stallion, and nothing could ever compare to this.
Not one thing could compare to bending over him, dangling my sticky tits over his mouth like ripe fruits, and watching him lean up to catch a nipple in his mouth, blindly almost. Because I’m making him lose his mind with my fucking. Not to mention that when I grind my clit on the base of his cock, he almost jackknifes up, growling in my tits. Not a single thing could compare to watching it all happen in the mirror. My ripe and flushed body riding my husband’s cock.
But maybe what he says is true.
I’m so young and so naive that I can’t handle riding him like some sort of a cowgirl because I’m coming within five seconds of doing this and watching ourselves in the mirror. My pussy is clenching on his cock, and I’m moaning from the ecstasy of it. From the sting of his teeth on my nipple. I’m so gone for him that I don’t even protest when he sits up and takes charge.