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)
But as his teeth tease at my puckered nipple, I all but scream as I thrust my hips up and shift them back and forth on his cock that’s slipped lower, now slathered in my juices. What farce are we even playing at? I’m already on his cock. We ate each other out. We’re already exchanging fluids. And I absolutely love the feel of him.
Fuck him now. Everyone else can be irresponsible. Why can’t you be sometimes, too?
“Are you clean?” I ask. “I’m clean.”
His mouth finally breaks from my nipple with a little sucking pop. “Fuck, are you saying you want to—?”
It’s stupid. It’s reckless. I mean, I’m on birth control, but still, I just met him. Even so, hell, yes, I want to.
“Are you clean?” I demand again. “When were you last tested?”
“Last month. I’m clean.”
I reach down and grab his monster cock. He grunts as soon as I wrap my hand around his girth to guide him toward my soaked entrance.
“Kira,” he groans.
“Do you want me to stop?” I hesitate right at the edge.
“Fuck no.”
“Thank god.” I feed the bulbous tip into my sex.
We both expel a breath as soon as he makes contact with my pussy. He’s so hard. So big. I’ve never had any man as big.
And oh god, when he starts to slide inside me, he’s so fucking everywhere.
He’s holding himself up but he’s so solid and heavy over me. I love how it feels. I love how he touches my body. It’s so rare that I’m able to just give in and give over.
He stretches forward, and in one stroke, he’s pushed inside me. At least, I think he has.
“Let me know if it starts to hurt, and I’ll stop,” he grunts.
He pulls out and pushes back in slightly further. He’s holding back. I can tell by the strain in his neck vein.
I lift up and bite it. He growls, and I start to suck the spot I just bit. I want to make him let go.
“I’ll fit you,” I whisper before latching back on to lick his neck. I’ll make him see that I can take him. He doesn’t know, but when I’m by myself, I use toys. Sometimes big toys. I like to see how much I can take while I fantasize about sex like this. Isaak’s cock is a dream I didn’t know actually existed in real life.
He grunts, and his hips thrust, going deeper.
I nod, smiling so big my face hurts. I’ll fit him. I shift my hips to take more of him inside. It’s his thickness that’s so fucking satisfying. Oh god, it’s such a stretch.
“You’re so goddamn tight, Red. I want to fuck you through the floorboards.”
“Do it,” I hiss again before biting his straining neck again. Reaching up, I drag my nails down his scalp, closing my eyes and focusing on the fullness stretching me so wide at my core. He shifts his groin, and my swollen clit grinds against the bottom of his hugely thick shaft.
With every inch he thrusts in and pulls out, the friction is an insane pulse against where I’m so needy.
And then, I open my eyes, and my breath catches. Because as he’s invading me so deeply with his cock in my most intimate place, he’s staring straight down into my soul. My hips lift restlessly up and down, instinctively seeking friction. I don’t know if that’s the wrong or right move because he starts to move then.
He’s moving, so thick—impossibly thick—and stretching me so it feels like every part of my pussy is pulsing against his hard shaft all at once. As if all of me is pulsing around him. My hands slide down to his neck.
“But I never let myself think about this,” he whispers, eyes burrowing straight into me. Neither of us is smiling now. There’s just intensity and wild want sizzling back and forth between us as our fucking starts to feel like… like something much more intimate.
He slows down, and my spiking pleasure turns sweeter. More like a ballooning build than a rush up a mountain. One of my hands slides around to cup his cheek.
His gray eyes blink at me.
And then he dips down and kisses me with such need, arms wrapping around me and rolling us so that we’re on our sides, his giant bicep underneath my head like a pillow. Trapped between his two arms, all I can see is his face and his eyes boring down into mine.
“Kira,” he whispers, cock still shifting in and out of me as if with compulsive need.
But I’m too terrified to hear what he might say next, so I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. I moan all the things I can’t say into his lips as I hike my leg up higher around his hip to spread myself wider for him.