Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Chapter Ten
Arturo
It’s happened.
For the first time in my life.
Fuck.
I’ve lost control.
Nothing else exists except for this woman, her flesh so hot and dappled red with her pleasure. The taste of her surges around my mouth, my tongue coated in her juices.
My manhood is so hard it feels like it might just explode, precome leaking out of the end in a constant stream, my boxer shorts absolutely drenched with it.
I can’t stop.
I need that virgin hole.
After the day I had, she does the impossible.
She makes me forget.
“Take that shirt and bra off,” I tell her. “Now.”
My perfect virgin does as she’s told, unclipping the bra and letting those tits spill free.
I stare at them, captivated by how beautifully large they are, by the landscape of veins that dance across them, making her look vivacious and ready.
I reach down and drag my belt free, tossing it onto the floor, and then tear open my suit trousers and pull them, and my underwear, down to my balls. I don’t have the patience to undress completely.
I just need to be inside of her.
She lies naked on the bed, her nipples pricked and hard from the orgasm, her thighs still quivering.
Her pretty blue eyes widen as she takes in the enormity of my cock.
It’s eleven-some inches and harder than it’s ever been, my engorged helm glistening with precome. The base pulses so deeply it feels like I might just come all over her body right now, paint her in a goddamn river of it.
She’s too damn sexy.
“Turn this way,” I growl. “Bring that pink hole to the end of the bed.”
“You’re h-huge,” she whimpers. “Oh, God, you’re so thick.”
Is that fear I hear in her voice?
Fear that her tiny tight hole won’t be able to take the throbbing girth of my cock?
I can’t bring myself to give a damn with so much animal need surging through me.
My balls throb as though sending me messages, or just one message.
Fuck her. Own her. Impregnate her. Now.
She turns and inches toward the edge of the bed.
I lean down and grab my cock by the base, guiding my helm to her naked cunt and stroking the tip up against her clit.
“Feel how wet you are,” I growl. “Feel how badly you want it. Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit. And if you ask nicely, I might even fuck you slow for a few seconds and let you get used to it. But you have to ask politely, you horny thing.”
“P-please,” she sighs, quivers dancing through her body each time I stroke up and down her clit, soaking it in my precome, joining her wetness that’s already there. “Please, Arturo.”
I keep stroking, the end of my cock flooded with intense pressure, my shaft electric-sensitive with the anticipation of her tight hole.
But I want to watch her squirm and twitch for me a little longer, the reverberations of her clit’s pleasure dancing up through her body each time I stroke my cock along it.
“See?” I growl. “Your body knows what you want. Don’t listen to your mind. Listen to your greedy soaked cunt. Listen to me. I own you. I’ll always own you. Who do you belong to, Aida?”
“You—yoooouuuuuuuu …”
I plunge inside of her, collapsing forward when I realize what a fool I’ve been.
I thought I knew how tight and hot she would feel.
But I was dead wrong.
It’s better than I ever dreamed.
I push and push until I can feel her pussy clutching me at the very base, my entire length pushed up inside of her.
I grab the sheets on either side of her head, and she lifts her trembling hands and grabs onto my arms, digging her fingernails into my muscles even through the suit jacket.
“Big, big,” she gasps, unable to form proper sentences.
“Take it,” I command. “Just sit down on that dick. Your hole will get used to it soon … Ah, feel that? Feel how you’re relaxing for me?”
She whimpers, lips shivering, a soft smile touching her lips as I slowly withdraw out of her.
Her hole expands to make room for me.
I take the chance to slam into her with the next thrust, finding it impossible to hold back, my balls like two weighted stones as they collide with her pressed-together ass cheeks.
“Grab your tits,” I snap. “Fucking—squeeze them, please them.”
She lets go of my arms and pushes her breasts together, stopping them from bouncing up and down as I start to slam into her hard.
I can’t stop, the feeling is just heaven, like nothing I ever dreamed was possible.
I pound her tight pussy so that it fills the air with its noises, her fleshy juicy sounds, slap-slap-slap, so delicious I almost stop fucking her so I can press my mouth against her and taste it again.
But there’s nothing in this world that could stop me from pushing even deeper, harder, feeling how her hole flutters around me.