Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“You’re doing good,” I hiss. “But we need more.”
With that, I work two more fingers inside until I’m pumping three fingers into her slit as she pants with her head thrown back, riding my hand. She’s so wet and ready and already beginning to crest as her wails grow louder and more insistent. Good. The time to strike is now. Pulling my fingers out with an obscene sucking sound, I then grip her thighs and spread her legs wide open before slowly pushing my cock into her pulsing hole. Oh fuck, it’s tight. And I mean tight in a bad way, not good. At first, she rocks her hips, moaning as I stretch her, her eyes rolling back in her head, showing their whites. Gritting my teeth, I pull back once more, and try to push in again, further this time but it seems that I’m stuck. What the fuck? I’m probably only about three inches in, so there’s still seven to go.
Sookie looks down at where we’re joined, her eyes dazed.
“Mmmm,” is her breathless moan. “Oh shit.”
“Oh shit is right,” I growl. “Can you take more, honey?”
She reaches down and begins circling her clit with her fingers, giving herself a good rub. More juices comes pouring out of her cunt but nothing happens. I’m stuck in her passage, and there’s no getting past this roadblock.
“Unnf,” she winces, and I immediately pull back.
Sookie reaches for me.
“No, it’s okay. Keep going. I just need time to adjust.”
But I pull away anyways because as much as I want this, I also don’t want to hurt her. A trip to the emergency room is not my idea of sexy. Unfortunately, Sookie’s determined. She seizes my forearm, her grip tight.
“Just keep going,” she says through gritted teeth. “I need a second chance!”
I guess that’s the good part about being a competitive athlete: Sookie’s not going to give up when faced with initial resistance. Pushing her back down on the mattress, I grab a pillow and tuck it under her ass, hoping the angle will help open her up even more. Gripping her thighs, I slowly work myself inside her again. Her head lolls back as she moans, her eyes dazed with pleasure and pain. I pump my hips slowly, pressing just a bit further into her each time, but I’m met with a wall again and finally give up with disappointment tingeing my voice.
“Listen, babe. It’s not going to work. It’s not a big deal because it happens all the time. You’re not the only woman who can’t take me.”
Sookie tries to play it off, but I can tell she’s relieved. The brackets around her mouth speak to the discomfort I’ve already inflicted, and her breasts have gone saggy, the nipples soft. Obviously, I was hurting her, and if this isn’t good for her, it’s not good for me either. I don’t take pleasure in a woman’s pain, and I’m not going to keep going at it while her body’s making it clear this is too much.
But the competitive gymnast inside won’t give up so easily, so her mouth keeps talking despite her body’s obvious signals.
“No,” she says, leaning back before stretching her legs so far up that they hook behind her neck. Her head looks like it’s sprouting from her ass, and her private parts are on display in the most obscene manner as she beckons to me, eyes determined. “Try it from this angle,” she urges. “I’m a pro at bendies, so it’ll work better like this.”
I stare at her. Bendies? What kind of gymnastics trick is that? Right now, she just looks like a human pretzel and it’s not sexy. I shake my head and clench my jaw.
“No, this isn’t a good idea. I’m going to leave now, okay?”
Sookie stares at me, her ankles still hooked behind her head in the oddest manner. Is that position actually comfortable? Seriously, she’s going to get a painful crick in her neck. But then she beckons with her hand again.
“Come on, Hulk,” she coos. “Stick it in.”
But I just can’t make love to a woman when her head looks to be growing out of her ass.
“No thanks,” I growl, already reaching for my pants. “I’m good.”
Rage suffuses Sookie’s features and she spits, “Fine, then get out! Guys love this kind of shit and if you’re a fucking coward, then get out of my life.”
Oh damn, she’s losing it. I grab my clothes and without a backwards look, stride from the room before getting dressed in the living room. I hear muffled sobs coming from the bedroom but ignore them as I let myself out into the hallway. My heart is heavy and my shoulders slump, defeated. The experiment failed, and I’m back to square one: depressed and horny, with no solution in sight.
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Hulk
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