Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
This is how I like my sex. All I ever want is to make a woman lose her goddamn mind. And I’ve never been more fucking crazed to make a woman lose it than tonight. Right now. With this woman.
More. I need fucking more. My pulsating cock is dying for her.
As soon as she finishes coming down from her orgasm, I flip her onto her back again, crawl over her, and feed her my cock again, stuffing it between those pretty pink lips.
Her startled look, mouth open in an O, is the perfect doorway to shove my cock through, and I do until she’s choking. Pretty tears pour out her eyes, and I grunt in satisfaction before yanking my cock out of her lips so she can breathe or safeword if she wants. She doesn’t, so I push it through her rose-red lips again.
She’s ready for it this time and starts to suck with a vacuum pressure that’s got my eyes all but rolling back in my head from how good it feels.
I pull out and push in one more time. As she sucks and reaches up to palm my balls, two of her fingers start massaging behind my balls like she did earlier, back toward my—
I yank off her, cock still dripping with her saliva. Her eyes are wide, and I can see a question in them. She’s wondering if where she was heading is near to having me safeword. It’s not. But I’m not ready to blow my load yet.
I want in that pretty cunt I just tasted.
I drop back down over her body, pinning her in place. She immediately tries to wrestle with me on the soft rug, attempting to roll me. Fighting me for dominance.
It’s futile, obviously. I’m a giant compared to her. Compared to most people, honestly, but her especially. But it’s not fun if I don’t let her feel like she has a chance, so I pretend she’s almost got me before pinning her wrists to the floor beside her head with a growl.
She’s panting for breath by the time I do, her sweet little rounded breasts rising and falling, nipples hard. She wriggles beneath me, hips grinding up against my balls. My cock’s cemented between our heaving stomachs.
She stretches up to nip at my bottom lips with her teeth.
I kiss her furiously, forcing her head back to the ground. She grinds her groin up against me again, moaning as she’s obviously getting contact with her needy clit, getting herself off on my hard balls.
That’s so fucking hot. I want to fuck her now. My cock strains to be inside her. Fuck her. Fuck her now.
I’ve never felt such a feverish need to bury myself inside a woman.
Still, I hold off a little longer. A little longer to torture us both.
I want to make her just as fucking mad for me, too. Because now that I’ve got her here, something deep inside me knows one night with her will never fucking be enough.
TWENTY-THREE
KIRA
He’s holding off on purpose, not giving in to what we’re both craving. I’ve never had a man play with me so confidently.
My head is full of just him and quiet to everything else except what he makes me feel. I’m dying with pleasure even as I uselessly wrestle against my pinned wrists. It’s a standoff of who will give in first to the building pleasure.
Yes, I’ve already come once, maybe twice, I don’t even know or remember because he’s gotten me so riled. My sex clenches, wanting his cock to fill me up. Pleasure is one thing. The connection of having sex with him will be something altogether different; I know that somewhere deep, I can’t even explain. And I want it so fucking bad.
I moan and rub all of my skin against his with wild excitement. I keep thrusting my hips against his balls to tease my clit. The bristly hair of his chest excites my nipples into hard peaks.
I throw one heel back to the floor so I have even more traction to thrust my body up against his. My arm around his neck allows me to rub and massage the huge muscles of his back. God, he’s so much man. My hips thrust again of their own accord.
Everything else falls away as I drop another layer deep.
The horrible evening is gone. My mother and her anorexic expectations evaporate. Drew and his confusing words that always leave me feeling upset when I walk away from a conversation with him, even if I can never put a finger on why.
Isaak makes me feel good. Just good.
My body certainly feels good right now. It’s such a simple, amazing sensation. Isaak drops a hand down and palms my ass, squeezing hard.
I moan, so in it with him. I feel so beautiful right now. So desired.