Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Taylor bucks her hips, grinding her clit against my tongue, while the heavenly orchestra of her moans flood my bedroom.
I bring a hand to her entrance, slipping and sliding against her silky wetness, but don’t dare penetrate. No, that honor belongs to my cock alone. All of this is just teasing. Prelude before the main event.
The longer we stay in this position, the more frantic my movements become. What started as gentle licking, turns to full on feasting. Slow laps, replaced by swallowing and sucking every inch of flesh I can take into my mouth.
What’s more important is that all of it makes Taylor wild, turns her feral. Soon enough, I see her body contorting in pleasure. Hips spiking to the ceiling as waves of pleasure belt out of her lips.
So close to the edge of ecstasy now, nothing can stop her from crossing that threshold.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, deep and guttural, with her orgasm cresting. She repeats the statement over and over again, as her body coils from pleasure.
And that’s when I know she’s mine.
I give her a moment to compose herself, lapping at the juices trickling down her legs. When I’m satisfied, I stand, discard my jeans, and crawl on top of her.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin her arms above her head. Hold them there, keeping her body fully exposed, while I move into position between her legs. My hood finds her entrance without guidance, as if magnetized to her sex in eager anticipation for pleasure.
Taylor gulps, her wide puppy dog eyes staring up at me as her teeth sink into her lower lip. She wriggles her hips, her pussy brushing against my cock, wiping some of her juices onto the tip, preparing for entry.
“Give it to me,” she whines, trying to slip free from my grip. I don’t let her. Keeping her corralled in this makeshift bondage, I descend to her breasts.
My mouth finds her skin, gnaws at her flesh then to her nipples. Not even the spaghetti straps atop her nightdress are spared from my hungry onslaught.
“Your wish is my command,” my hot breath tickles her damp skin and she shivers.
The first of many, as I motion my hips forward and slip inside her walls.
Taylor nearly screams at my sudden penetration, but the sound gets choked in the back of her throat. I grunt aloud against her breast, finding it unbelievably difficult to control myself while her tight walls squeeze around my shaft.
My free hand makes it to her hip, squeezing tightly around it while I steady myself from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. Every muscle fiber in my body feels like it’s about to explode. My body suddenly becomes heavy, hard to keep upright, and I almost collapse on top of her.
I cannot believe this reaction is from just one fucking pump.
I press my hips down, driving as much of myself into Taylor as I can. She gasps and splutters, her body shakes against mine. Still, I hold her in place. Locked in my hands, under my chest. Mine to do with as I please, and pleasing her is exactly what I want to do. I steady myself inside her warmth. Twitching and throbbing against her tight walls.
“You feel so good,” Taylor says, noticing my delay. “Stretching me out, splitting me in two, don’t fucking stop.”
Her words flick a switch in my head. I can’t control myself, thrusting my hips back and forth in agonizing bliss. Each stroke, forcing Taylor and I closer to the edge.
Before long, we find our groove. Bound by my hand, she uses what motion she can to extract every ounce of pleasure she can get out of me. She rolls her hips in time with my thrusts, until our bodies slam together slapping in delight.
“I want you to say it,” the words barrel out of me. A statement so out of place, narrow-eyed confusion takes hold of her face. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
After having a taste of this pussy, I won’t fucking share it with anyone.
“I’m . . . yo . . . yours,” she stutters the words out. Hard to do when I’m slamming every inch of myself into her without stop.
“Again,” I demand. We’re not done here, until I’m satisfied.
Until she knows it’s true. Believes it to her core.
“I’m yours,” she manages to speak without fault this time. “All yours. My pussy, my body, every damn thing. Yours, and yours alone.”
A feverish moan fights its way deeply out of her as she reaches her second, or third, or fourth orgasm. I lost count.
I can’t stop myself, can’t hold back, no matter how hard I try.
Squeezing her wrists tighter, I fall forward and kiss her passionately with my last few thrusts. Roaring my moans into her mouth, my balls tighten as I near release.
“Mine,” I repeat. A statement, not a question.