Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
That has to be the best compliment I ever got.
Just like he promised, he’s taking it nice and slow, giving me time to adjust, stroking me, and pouring hot filth into my ear. At some point he pushes in another finger, but while the stretch is new, there’s no pain. My heart beats in a steady rhythm as I rock against his hand.
The girth of his dick will be more than two fingers, but I’m pretty sure my excitement will eclipse any discomfort. At this point, I want his cock pumping into me instead of the teasing fingers.
Will I have to say it? Ask for it?
I close my eyes. “I want your cock now.”
Road nips on my shoulder blade and moves his fingers back and forth, making my hole even needier. “Any last words?” he asks with a low chuckle.
It’s hard to focus when the pressure inside me is so intense, but I know what I want.
“Can we… do face-to-face?” I glance back at him. “I want to see you.”
And kiss you.
And know that it’s you.
I want this to be nothing like the scar of a memory in my heart. It already is, but I want to forget myself in his eyes.
Road gently removes his fingers before rolling me over as if he were a wild cat and I—just a man. He’s smiling as he reaches up and pulls a pillow close. “We sure can. I’ll get to see your face when I’m inside you.”
I lift my hips when he stuffs the pillow under me and kneels between my legs, bare chest rising and falling. He’s fucking magnificent, and as he slicks his hard erection, I find myself pulling back my legs, holding myself open for him again. In this position, my torso feels mildly constricted, and I’m so very exposed with my ass presented to him like a trophy, but my dick remains hard as steel, proof that I’m here out of my free will, and that I want this.
I’m too horny to care about looking weird. As long as Road eyes me like he wants to eat me alive, I’m good.
And what a beast of a man he is when he moves closer, the tip of his cockhead nudging my slippery hole as if he’s teasing me. He might want to watch my face, but I’m just as greedy to see his expression when he sinks into me.
My breath quickens, and I’m ready to face some discomfort. At this point though, it’s not gonna change my mind about how much I want him inside me.
I run my fingers up the vein on his forearm with a groan of satisfaction that turns into a soft moan the moment he pushes in. I squeeze his elbow, sucking in air when my body closes around him. The gentle entry feels like a stab, and he stills, watching me with his lips wide open.
“Okay?” he rasps and lets go of his cock to stroke mine, petting its underside as it rests on my tense stomach.
I lack the words to describe how this makes me feel, it brings back bad memories from years ago. I’m embarrassed to realize I grabbed his forearm so hard my nails dig into it. He doesn’t even complain.
Seconds pass, he doesn’t rush me, and the reflexive way my ass gripped him eases, as does my discomfort. I reach up to his nape and pull him down to me for a kiss. He sinks farther inside me, and this time my body doesn’t just accept him. It sucks him in. I cross my ankles at the back of his waist, shivering from the strangeness of being filled.
“Better now,” I whisper into his lips. “You?”
The way his knuckles rub over my cock builds my excitement back up again, but I barely need any more stimulation when he fills me so completely, arms like two pillars either side of my head, lips warm and needy for me. He nuzzles my cheek, then strokes his tongue over mine. We’re gravitating together, our bodies slotting in ever closer, until his pubes tickle my flesh, and we’re groin to ass. His exhale sounds like relief, as if he were looking for water and finally reached a spring to quench his thirst.
“You feel… incredible,” he whispers into my mouth.
I enclose him in my arms, wrapping them around his neck. I feel him in every move I make. It’s a tight fit, something I’m still adjusting to, but it doesn’t hurt.
I could get drunk on his new cologne mixing with the scent of his sweat. It’s my new aphrodisiac. “Oh fuck… I can feel your heartbeat inside me.” It comes out much more romantic than I intended, but that’s how it feels. Like his pulse is mine.
I keep my eyes half open, because I want to see him. Every scar, the hint of stubble, his thick brows and dark lashes, even the tattoo above his eye, messed up by the burn, make him perfect in my eyes, because he’s mine.