Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Because…”
Not wanting to hear her excuse, I work her harder. Faster. I tease her with my fingers and thumb until my mouth can’t hold back the urge to taste her for a second longer.
“Oh god.” She thrashes against the restraints keeping her hands bound behind her back when I cover her pussy with my mouth and then twirl my tongue around her clit.
Even with me arching over her, Kelsey fucks my face like she did three nights ago. She drags her pussy from the tip of my nose to my chin until the sensation rising within her encourages stars to form in front of her eyes.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” She gets louder with each scream before giving up the one I’m dying to hear. “I’m going to come.”
As she rides the wild, crazy rollercoaster, I work my finger in and out of her while dedicating a heap of attention to her clit. She moans, rocks, and grunts, as determined to experience every satisfying dip and rise as I am.
She releases the most glorious moan I’ve ever heard when my eagerness to please her sees me fighting to stretch her number of orgasms from one to two.
I lick her faster and more greedily until she stops the movements of my head by clamping her thighs around my ears and screaming my name in an ear-piercing roar.
Kelsey sings my name on repeat, her shudders not lessening even after she comes down from the high of ecstasy. She watches me sheath my cock with a condom and continue as I loosen the flashing lights enough that I can hook her legs around my waist, and her nails can guide the pace of our exchange.
If her nails dig in, I’m being too rough.
If they claw at me in desperation, the pace is perfect.
If they don’t do a damn thing, I should close up shop immediately.
We moan as one when I enter Kelsey one painstaking inch at a time. She’s wet, drenched front to back, but I’m the thickest I’ve ever been, so I need to take it slow so I don’t hurt her.
It feels so good to be buried deep inside her that I don’t immediately withdraw when my cock’s head knocks at the opening of her cervix. I flex my dick instead, adding a tremor to her moans.
“Please,” she begs, her erotic voice tightening my balls. “I want you to fuck me, Zane.”
Not one to deny, I pull out before thrusting forward at an almost cruel pace.
Kelsey doesn’t mind. She mewls through the pain of my slam before encouraging me to repeat the move that has her juices dribbling over my balls.
We fuck in fevered unison for several long minutes, the pace only slowing when one of the bulbs surrenders to the heat blistering between us.
Its pop encourages several more.
Within seconds, the only glow in the living room is Kelsey’s glorious breasts as they bounce in rhythm to my pumps in and out of her.
Lust spirals through me as the urge to come turns potent.
Not yet.
I can’t let go yet.
She needs to come first.
After a quick adjustment of Kelsey’s hips, I find a rhythm that has her nails unsure of which direction to take. One set digs into my hip as she holds on for the ride while the other drags up and down my back to playfully scratch the sweaty skin.
“Oh…” Her moan is throatier than the earlier ones. Desperate and needy. It tells me everything I need to know.
She’s close.
Her hips lift from the ground the more she chants. She meets me thrust for thrust, writhing and bucking as her moans turn feral.
“Fuck, Kelsey,” I say with a moan when I realize she isn’t the one being fucked.
She’s taking me.
Riding me.
She’s put me under a spell, and I can’t get enough.
This is everything. Not could be. Not possibly. This is everything.
I drive into her harder. Deeper. I fuck her with everything I have until her song hits the high note, and her left hand finally joins her right in marking my back with her touch.
“Zane…”
Her pussy sucking at me is intense. It hugs me and begs me to let go of the restraints until I join her on the thrilling ride that announces I’m not helming our exchange. I’m the passenger tagging along for the ride as Kelsey regains her life.
9
KELSEY
Don’t ask me what day of the week it is or how many orgasms I’ve experienced in the past however many days. They’re both questions I wouldn’t be able to answer. I’ve lost track of everything—including my anger.
It couldn’t be more apparent when my first thought isn’t to run when I see Peter coming from the other end of the street.
Zane and I got dressed for the first time in days so we could light the Christmas tree in a way she deserved. It was an errand meant to take ten minutes but has been dragged out to forty since Zane wants to ensure the next set of lights we “test” before placing them on the tree are shock resistant.