Total pages in book: 4
Estimated words: 3176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 16(@200wpm)___ 13(@250wpm)___ 11(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 3176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 16(@200wpm)___ 13(@250wpm)___ 11(@300wpm)
His hands fisted in her hair -- her sign she was pleasing him. His cock twitched when she released his ball with a soft pop. Another good sign. When he urged her back to his cock, she again took as much of him as she could, sucking and licking the head, sticking her tongue in the tiny opening at the tip.
It was useless to think she’d get more than half of him inside her mouth -- he was just too damned big to go any farther -- so she brought a hand to his shaft and pumped in the same rhythm as her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair again when she flicked the underside of his cock. It was empowering to know she had done this to him.
Pulling her up, first by her hair, then with strong hands under her arms, he urged her onto the bed. In the dim light, it was difficult to make out much of his form, but she felt the bed dip as he added his weight to it. He parted her legs, and she could feel his hands trembling as he plunged two fingers into her weeping cunt.
“Oh, yes!” Her cry broke the silence like a knife through butter. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room. She wondered vaguely if he could hear her, but ceased to care when he slipped a finger into her ass. His thumb rubbed her clit insistently, and the combined sensations were almost overwhelming.
She wanted to come. Badly. Though the sensations were very pleasurable, try as she might, she simply couldn’t find her orgasm. “Please,” she urged, “fuck me. I need to come.”
Pulling his hands from her body, the horseman rolled her to her side, lay behind her, and slid his cock into her with one smooth stroke. Isabelle screamed in pleasure. His cock was big and it burned, but damn, it felt good! Never in her life could she remember being so completely and utterly filled by a man.
He didn’t move inside her at first, giving them both time to adjust to the position and the sensations. After a few moments, he shifted his hips slightly and started to thrust.
Isabelle raised her leg and hooked it over his hip, trying to give him better access. Again, he shifted his hips before surging into her. His thrusts became deeper, faster, harder with each stroke until Isabelle felt his balls slapping her with each surge. He gripped her upper thigh for leverage and she was sure she’d have bruises in the morning, but the pain only added to the sensations churning within her.
Still she couldn’t come.
Reaching down, she began to manipulate her clit, but he brushed her hand away only to replace it with his own. He flicked and pinched the little nub of flesh and immediately the familiar sensations began to course through her. Only this was much more than anything she’d ever experienced.
It took only moments for him to push her past the point of no return, and orgasm washed over her. At first, it centered around her clit, but when the pulsing began to grow, it surged through her entire body. She sucked in a breath and her body stiffened before she bore down, pushing through the orgasm and allowing it to overtake her. She screamed when the tingling spasms gushed through her torso to her limbs, and her body thrashed in ecstasy. Only the horseman’s strong hands kept her from bucking off his cock.
Once she calmed, he rolled her over to her stomach -- never breaking contact -- and continued to thrust into her. She tried to meet him with thrusts of her own, but his weight prevented it. She could only lie there and let him do with her as he would.
He was heavy, but pleasantly so, as if she were covered in a protective blanket. He slipped his hands under her to pinch her nipples as he fucked her.
It wasn’t long before his thrusts became erratic. He lay his full weight atop her and pounded into her like a madman. Isabelle ground her cunt into the bed as he fucked her. When he stiffened and thrashed about above her as his seed pumped into her, she reached her own peak a second time.
He rolled them over to their sides once more, his cock still firmly imbedded in her. His chest rose and fell as rapidly as hers, as if he were panting for breath. He pulled her to him snugly so that they touched from shoulders to hips.
Isabelle knew she needed to make him take her to the road so she could find her way home, but she simply couldn’t hold her eyes open a second longer. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was to wonder if she’d ever meet a man to match the one holding her so protectively in his arms this moment.