Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I fought because I wanted to touch him, and he released my wrists. He took my dick in his hand, stroked and squeezed from balls to head.
“Cord!” I pleaded, breaking the drowning, devouring kiss, needing to speak to him but wanting him all over me at the same time.
He wrenched away from my clawing hands, rose off the bed, strode over to my duffel, and dug around until he came up with my lube. I enjoyed watching him move, the fluid roll of his hips, the muscles rippling under his sleek gold skin, and the wicked grin when he noticed my gaze on him.
“You love looking at me.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“This is it for you,” he promised gruffly. He fell back into bed, then rose over me, put his hands on my thighs and parted them. Then he snapped open the cap of the tube, and a moment later pressed slick fingers inside me.
I had always imagined that being in bed with Cord would be rough and bruising, with power I had guessed at but never seen. Yet the deliberate movement, paired with his words, told another story altogether. I would be taken, yes, but not with any kind of force.
“Please,” I whined as he rolled me to my hands and knees and pressed against my entrance.
“I won’t move,” he promised, curling over me, plastering his chest to my back, coiling his right bicep around my neck and closing his other, lube-slicked hand around my cock. “You take me inside when you’re ready.”
It was up to me to lean back and impale myself on his thick, leaking dick. The control he was giving up to me, the caring, the tenderness, all of it was a wonder to me. And as I sank slowly over him, feeling the burn and stretch, how full I was, I couldn’t keep from trembling in his embrace.
When I had swallowed him to the hilt, I leaned forward and then pushed back, rising and falling, realizing instantly that I needed much more.
“Cord,” I husked, turning my head, twisting as far as I could to offer my mouth.
“If you give me permission, you can’t ever take it back. You’re done, and I’m moving in, and you’re getting a ring. You’re stuck with me till you’re dead, so you better think.”
“How come I can’t just get laid?”
“Because that was never you, and now it’s not me. So let me love you or I’ll go.”
“You don’t play fair,” I gasped, trembling, my body having broken out in a cold sweat as he began a slow, deep thrusting that I never wanted to stop. He was nailing my prostate each time he shoved inside, and the burn was gone; only the sensation of his long, thick cock pushing in and pulling out remained.
“I wanna hear your answer,” he said, increasing his speed, thickening inside me, my muscles clenching around him.
“Cord,” I choked out, barely able to hold myself up as he took my mouth.
“Tell me now,” he demanded, breaking the wet, hungry kiss just long enough to speak before sealing his lips back to mine.
It was all too much: he rubbed his tongue seductively over mine, shoved my cock in and out of his hot, slippery fist, anchoring me to him with his arm, pressed himself along the length of my back, and drove his enormous dick into me again and again. I had never been used so hard in my life, and I could feel my balls tightening, the familiar buzzing and the tingling roll begin shooting down my spine. My orgasm was building, and I had only seconds of lucidity left.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out as he fisted his fingers in my hair, releasing my dripping cock, and shoved me facedown into the bed.
“Now,” he said, hammering into me, gripping my hips tight, allowing for no wiggle or squirm, no movement of any kind. “Do you want me to love you? Yes or no.”
“Sex talk means nothing,” I reminded him even as my voice cracked.
“It means everything,” he roared back. “Now, Tracy!”
“Yes,” I whispered brokenly, tears there before I even realized. “Yes, Cord, just don’t break my heart.”
“Never,” he promised, and then he reached under me and tugged on my dick, his grip almost painfully tight, and just that stimulus sent me right over the edge into a splintering orgasm that flushed my whole body hot and cold in a matter of seconds.
It was ridiculous that at thirty-three I had just discovered what sex could truly be. Every muscle in my body clenched, and the ones in my ass clamped down hard on his cock.
“You’re so tight and hot, and I am going to fill up your sweet little ass.”
I spurted hard under me on the bedspread as I felt warm liquid fill my channel. I hadn’t thought to ask for a condom, my brain short-circuited with heat.