Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking wet,” Christian mutters as he presses into me.
I gasp as he hits a spot inside me that’s probably never been reached before, and finally, our bodies are fully joined. He holds still inside me, letting me adjust, and I feel his cock throb gently against my inner walls.
“You’re so big,” I tell him as I slide my hands over the muscles at the sides of his chest.
He lets out a laugh. “It’s good I went first, then. I don’t think I’m the biggest one here.”
When my eyes widen, he grins down at me, reassuringly.
Slowly, his cock retreats, before steadily pushing back home. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. Maybe I’ll be sore tomorrow, but right now, it feels really good.
He reaches between us, and I’m expecting him to make some sort of adjustment to his position, but instead, he presses his thumb to my clit.
“Oh!”
“Feel good?”
I nod. “So good.”
“Next time, I’ll get creative, but I’m going to keep things simple tonight.”
The creative part piques my curiosity, but it’s the mention of a next time that surprises me. I expected tonight would be a one-time thing, for several reasons. These older men have surely been with many women who’ve been way more experienced than me, and there’s a good chance I won’t measure up to what they’ve come to expect. Maybe they’re just curious about all of my virgin skin, and one night will satisfy them. Maybe, because we’re so different, one night is all that makes sense.
14
ROSE
Next time.
His words echo in my head as Christian starts to drive into me at a faster pace. He continues to thumb over my clit, even as he rocks my body back and forth on the bed with the motion of his thrusting. Meanwhile, his eyes are on mine, making this personal, not just a random hookup. It’s not just about getting off. He made a nice dinner for me, and now he’s fucking me. He chose me, and he already wants there to be a next time.
“Oh! oh!” My cries dissolve into moans and then form back into cries of ecstasy as his cock and his thumb bring me to the verge of another orgasm. It’s his eyes, though, that push me over the edge, with the way he’s looking at me like he really sees me, like he wants nothing more than my pleasure.
“Ohhh!” I come hard. It’s a deep climax, made even better by the fact that he’s inside me and on top of me. I’m sheltered, and cared for, I’m— Thoughts dissolve as bliss takes over. I’m nothing but sensations, all of them pure pleasure.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”
His urgings take it up another notch. I’m floating in infinity, but always aware that I’m safely anchored beneath him, free to let myself experience everything I’m feeling, and I’m feeling so much.
His rhythm slows, but stays steady, rocking me through my orgasm and beyond. His eyes are still on me when I come back to myself, and I smile up at him, feeling better than I can ever remember feeling.
“That was wonderful,” I tell him.
“Good.” As he looks down at me, he starts to pick up his pace again. He keeps his focus on me as he slides a hand under my hips and tilts my pelvis, driving into me at a different angle that seems to take him even deeper.
I’d heard that men reach their sexual peak in their twenties, but this older man is definitely not past his prime in any way. There’s no lack of stamina as he thrusts in and out of me at a steady, satisfying pace, leaving me breathless again in the best possible way.
I watch in fascination as he starts to go within himself, and then his eyes are squeezing shut and his fingers are digging into the flesh at the top of my ass as he loses himself inside me. Everything on him clenches tight before releasing, and I’m gifted with a view of the vulnerable side of this man who presents so many hard edges to the world.
His eyes are dark but shining bright when he opens them again, and it’s an almost-smile that curves his lips as he looks down at me.
I smile back at him, feeling radiant as he rolls off of me to deal with the condom.
Mace and Zipper both have their shirts off now; in fact, Mace is down to just a very enticing pair of gray boxer briefs that hug him like a second skin. I’m distracted at first by the sizable bulge at his front, but then my eyes scan upward to the second work of art that is his muscular torso and the ink that decorates it.
Rather than having one large, dominant tattoo like Christian, Mace’s body reminds me of a notebook cover near the end of the school year, covered in tiny drawings, words running in all directions. There are compasses, a skull in military gear, a raven, and a human eye in a geometric frame. I can’t decipher the words on his chest, but I’m looking forward to getting a closer look.