Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I don’t even have to hold my dick to guide in. It’s like it knows its way home.
Carlotta is tight, but she’s also sopping wet, the petals of her sex opening to receive me. One thrust, and I breach her entrance. Another, and I’m to the hilt. She cries out with the second thrust, my length no doubt stretching her slender channel.
Carlotta has always been petite, and she seems even thinner since she returned. I weigh twice as much as she does, easily, and my cock is… well, let’s just say he’s more than eager to be inside her.
I stay in close, my loins pressed against her soft ass, and give her tiny thrusts to get her used to my size. “Yeah?” I growl, pushing her head down instead of pulling it back to give her neck muscles a break. I keep hold of her hair, though, so she won’t turn to see my face. “Is this what you needed, little wolf?”
She only whimpers in reply, telling me it’s still too much.
I slow down even more, keeping my hips glued to hers, only rocking them to slide a few centimeters in and out. With my free hand, I reach around and find her clit.
I barely brush it, and her knees come off the ground, her hips pressing back against mine to take me deeper. The tight walls of her core contract around my dick, drawing a short groan from my lips.
“Did you just come?” My voice sounds more ragged than I want it to. The shocking pleasure of giving her satisfaction so easily is still ripping through my body. I regain my control. “I didn’t say you could come. Who said you could come before I do?” I pull out and start smacking her ass fast and hard. “You don’t come before me. Not unless I permit you. Understand?”
She doesn’t answer–not that I give her much of a chance. I keep on spanking her. “If you want your pleasure, you wait until I give it.” I stopped spanking and grip her flesh roughly. I give it a shake. “This ass belongs to me. It’s mine to do with what I want. And if I want to spank it until it’s red and sore before I fuck you, that’s what I’m going to do.”
My words are more genuine dominance than dirty talk. They spring from almost five years of anguish at what Carlotta did to me. From my frustration and having my world torn apart and my life ruined by her only to find out she’s the female fate chose for me.
“Okay.” She sounds breathless. Her arousal drips onto the soft dirt between her knees.
“Mmm.” I rub the slick flash between her legs. “Did your spanking turn you on?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Next time, I’ll let you touch yourself while I spank you, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.”
I don’t know why I’m promising a next time. I don’t know how long I can keep Carlotta from realizing who I am. As soon as she does, it’s over. There’s absolutely no chance for us.
Not that I want a chance.
I push into her once more. This time, it’s even easier. Her body is more welcoming. Wet. I’ve already plowed the way open, and now she needs me as much as I need her.
Spanking her settled me. Released a little of the aggression I was afraid I would bring to sex. Now I’m able to close my eyes and savor the sensation of being deep inside her.
Now I’m able to move slowly in and out, measuring her ability to take more.
I build a rhythm, ramping up the speed, plowing deeper. Putting an accent on my in-strokes. A snap to my thrusts. All the while, I hold her in place with the fist in her hair.
“Okay,” she pants again. “Okay.”
I slow down. “Okay, what? Okay, I need to come? Or do you want me to stop?”
“I need to come!”
Fuck.
For some reason, that knowledge undoes me. My nostrils flare. I buck against her gorgeous ass, losing the leash on my control. I know I’m going too hard. It’s too much. Her knees lift off the ground, and she braces all her weight in her arms to take me.
I don’t care. I’m taking what’s mine now.
The moon goddess seems to circle us like she’s celebrating bringing us back together after tearing us apart.
I’m lost in a hurricane of pleasure and deep satisfaction. That sense that this is where I belong, that everything in my life has been focused on coming to this one pinpoint of a moment. Like this is the apex of my entire life’s journey.
I want it to last forever. I know it can’t. This fleeting high will be the unattainable measure I claw and scrape to hit again every day for the rest of my life.