Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She turns over, staring at my rod. “You’re so hard.”
“This is what you do to me,” I groan.
“Let me see those tits. Make them jiggle for me.”
She pulls the front of her dress down, almost turning me into a madman as they spill free. “Do you want me to… bounce up and down?”
“Yeah,” I groan. “Make that thick body shake.”
She bites her lip. “Do you really like how, you know, big I am?”
“You can fucking taste how hot I find you.”
Stepping forward, I guide my tip to her mouth. She opens her lips and lets me stroke myself across her tongue, bringing me back to that night when I pushed deep into her mouth and fucked it like it was her pussy. I step away quickly.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“You turn me into a savage, but you’re a virgin. I can’t fuck your inexperienced throat. You deserve better.” I kneel again, bringing my hand to her core, palming her creamy wetness. At the same time, I lean over and bring my mouth to her tight nipple.
“You deserved better the night of your graduation,” I tell her, in between taking greedy sucks of her perky nipple. “You turn me into a goddamn devil. I just wanted to hammer your tight hole and leave you dripping with my come. You deserve to take my dick slowly and passionately, my perfect curvy woman.”
“Your woman?” she gasps, her fingernails scraping over the back of my head.
“You heard me,” I growl.
I slip my finger into her, then push another one. She freezes up.
“That’s a lot,” she murmurs.
“My dick’s a lot bigger than that,” I tell her. “Just relax. Take a breath. Your body will open for me.”
“Are you sure?” she whispers as I gently glide my fingers in.
She looks at me with those wide eyes that make me almost come, make me almost explode like a complete animal.
“I can already feel you opening up for me,” I tell her, the wind howling outside. “Your young pussy is getting ready. Don’t overthink it. Just feel the pleasure. Let your hole stretch for me. That’s it.”
She sits back as I glide two fingers deep inside of her. She still grips me tightly, but there’s a bit more room. The base of my dick pulses as I think about this tight virgin slit gripping me. I feel drunk. My head is hazy, completely unable to think about anything other than this, other than us.
“Play with those big tits. Pinch your juicy nipples.”
“Like this?” She pinches the tips of her nipples, pulling a little, making my balls swell.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it. Push them together, too. You’re so voluptuous. It drives me nuts, Emma. You need to take another finger.”
She pauses from rubbing her tits for a moment, then carries on. “Are you sure?”
“If you can take three, you can take my dick. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” she says, her voice breathy, her tits red from her massaging hands.
“I hurt you last time. Ouch. I heard it. That’s why I fucked your pretty mouth instead of your hole.”
“Do it,” she says daringly, sitting up. “Give me another one. Get me ready.”
She doesn’t know how wild this makes me. I slip my forefinger into her, watching her face carefully. Initially, her expression is tight, but then her walls shift around me. A relaxed look melts over her features. She nods, looking at me.
“You can take me,” I groan, “but…”
“We should stop.” She nods. “I know. I know. I know.”
She moans as I slip deeper into her, teasing the warm bundle deep inside. She’s making the most tempting noises, hitches in her breath like she’s on the verge of exploding, moans that come right from her core, pleasure bursting through her.
I slip my fingers out, then kneel and grab her thighs, bringing her right to the very edge of the bed. I grip my base and guide my tip to her core, rubbing it on her clit and then down to her warm entrance. She tenses up when I push against her.
Leaning over her, I gently kiss her on the cheek, then on the lips. She moans as I rub my hand over her pussy, massaging her clit.
“Just relax,” I whisper. “You want this. Your body wants this.”
However, our souls might regret it once we’ve gone through with it. Our guilt might eat us alive. Our doubt and our guilt might torture us as though we’re in hell, but only when the blizzard stops. Only when we return to reality. Now, we’re alone. We’re trapped in our desire—trapped in the wrongness of it all and how perfect it feels.
She breathes slowly, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically. “I want it,” she moans. “I just… What if I can’t?”
“You can,” I tell her, rubbing my burning dick against her core, kissing her wetness. “Trust me.”