Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Bare.
Slick.
Huge.
The feeling of fullness is everything.
“Wrong hole,” I breathe into his mouth.
He chuckles, a dark sound that rumbles inside his chest. “Told you I’m takin’ my time.”
His accent is thick as molasses. He plunders my mouth, my body, and I grab onto his ass so I can feel the way his muscles flex as he pumps into me. It’s maddening, the slow, steady pace he sets.
It also makes me tingle from head to toe.
I’m covered in him. His smell, his feel. His heat. My nipples brush against the wiry hair on his chest as he moves, making my pussy clench with every thrust. Sweat breaks out on my skin, his too, my entire being ringing with the need for release.
Riley kisses my neck, then curls his hand around my throat. He pulls out of me at the same moment he gives my throat a quick, hard squeeze.
“I’m dying,” I manage. “I have to—please let me come.”
But he only smirks as he reaches down to guide his dick to my rim. “Soon, princess. Now hold the backs of your knees again and look at me. I wanna see your face when I fuck you here for the first time.”
He presses his head against me. Already the pressure is enormous. My heart is beating inside my skin now. He keeps pressing, pressing, until I feel a bite of pain.
“Oh! Are you—did you just push inside?”
“Not yet.”
My stomach dips. “Maybe this is a bad idea. I’m not sure—”
“Trust me. I’ll stop if you need me to. I’d never, ever hurt you, Lu.” He goes still. Looks me in the eye. His are dark, focused. Full of the same sharp hunger I feel thrumming through my body.
I nod. “Okay.”
“Give it a minute to feel good. I promise, it will.”
“Okay.”
And then—
And then.
He rocks his hips and pushes inside me.
The pain is immediate. It burns, a stretch so extreme it feels like I’m being torn apart from the inside.
I drop one leg to grab onto the duvet. “Riley,” I whimper.
He feathers kisses over my cheeks. Keeps his hand on my throat but loosens his grip, fingertips working gentle circles on my skin.
“I’m sorry, honey. It will get better. Give me a minute.”
He stays very still for what feels like a small eternity. The burn slowly subsides, fading into a fullness that’s not altogether unpleasant.
In fact, it feels . . .
“Good,” I pant. “Getting there.”
“I’m going to go a little farther then, okay?
“Okay.”
He sinks deeper. There’s the burn again, but it fades quickly this time. I rock my pelvis, swallowing a little more of him.
He groans, dropping his forehead on mine. “You’re heaven.”
“Told you.”
Another chuckle. He sinks deeper still. My breath catches. My pussy is fluttering at the memory of him filling me there.
I like that he’s filling me here now. Slow, slow, slow.
Meanwhile, my pulse is sprinting.
As if Riley can read my mind—body—his thumb finds my clit again. At the same time he draws back his hips in a small thrust, then surges forward.
I cry out. Legs shake.
The fullness has a bite to it, one that sends the pressure he’s putting on my clit on a rocket ship to outer space.
I’d assumed he was buried all the way inside me, but he presses in a little bit more until I feel his groin meet with my ass. Heat floods my eyes. My pussy.
“Oh, God,” I choke out.
He’s trembling now too. Trying to hold back, but I know he wants to fuck me the way he usually does: hard and deep and well.
Still, he takes his time, staying put inside me. The heat in my eyes spills over.
“Oh, honey—”
“I’m crying because it’s good.” I tilt my chin to kiss his mouth. “So good, Riley.”
Our kiss tastes like pineapple and salt water. He finally begins to move, pulling out of me, pushing back in. Little thrusts at first that make me bite my lip. But then I stretch, pain blooming into a kind of pleasure I’ve never known before.
Obscene, incredible pleasure. Riley’s massive torso tenses deliciously as he moves over me. His mouth catches on mine, releases. Catches again.
He’s drawing manic, magic circles over my clit with his thumb now. The throb there becomes unbearable, egged on by the fullness of him in my ass.
My pussy flutters. Riley spears me on an especially vicious thrust, my tits bouncing. He presses his thumb against my clit, hard.
The orgasm detonates deep inside me. My walls pulse around him, muscles clenching as the wave hits, and hits, and hits.
I come utterly, completely apart.
More tears. If I thought I was overwhelmed before, I’m drowning now.
I squeeze my eyes shut in a last-ditch attempt to rein it all in—the orgasm, the mushiness in my chest. The exquisite feeling of being ripped from my thoughts and forced to live in my body. In the present.