Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I grunt-groaned, mumbled, and rolled my tongue, while my eyes went back ‘til all that was visible were the whites. All the while he never stopped moving and my sunflower never stopped flowing.
The sheets were off the bed, my well-brushed hair was now plastered against my scalp and my neck and anywhere else it could reach, while my legs were sprawled to hell and back.
I didn’t care, all I cared about at that moment was what he was doing to me with that thing. I have to find another name for it because that’s not a cock. A cock is six maybe seven inches long.
This thing had to be about ten, maybe eleven inches long and a good four or five around. I have to say I never thought my barely used vagina would ever be able to take something like that. But not only was my greedy girl taking him, but she was also begging for more.
He did that pulling out thing again, giving me his mouth and sending me shooting amongst the stars, before flipping over on his back and pulling me over him.
He held that massive pole in place for me to sit on and I did, watching as it disappeared inside me inch by inch. Now I know what the width of his cock reminds me of. A beer bottle, and not the slender type no. One of those fat stout ones, like a sixteen-ounce.
My ass landed on his thighs and I sighed as I tried to get comfortable, but it was no use. Not until he took my hips in hand and lifted me on and off his cock. Only then did I find relief from the pressure of having him shoved so far up inside me.
He did most of the work because I was pretty much already done for. All I did was plant my hands on his chest and let him use me any way he wanted. And he knew just what he was doing.
He pulled me in every which direction, first up and down, then, back and forth, before moving my hips around in circles. It didn’t matter which way he chose, it all felt marvelous to me.
I could’ve sung a whole chorus I was so happy, but I had enough class not to make even more of an ass of myself in front of him. Not that he would’ve noticed though. He seemed totally focused on my body and its reaction to his. Something I had never experienced before in my limited efforts.
I’d never had anyone look at me like I was a work of art. Or touch me like they thought I would melt beneath their touch. Never felt as desirable as I did now, with him buried deep inside me and his tongue playing tonsil hockey with my lungs.
As it good as it felt riding his overgrown schlong, nothing beat the feel of him flipping us over once again until I was beneath him, his firm chest pressing my body into the mattress, almost crushing me to death.
My hands ran all over his back, digging my nails in one second, clutching him to me the next. Throughout it all, he kept up a steady pace of in and out strokes that hit me just right.
I loved the feel of him so close, the way his heart beat against mine, wild and out of pace. The way his unruly hair tickled my face when he leaned in close. And the feel of his warm mouth when he suckled my breast.
As he did that I was once again reminded that I hadn’t used birth control. “You have to….” And once again I was interrupted by his roar of completion, as he emptied himself inside me.
“Go to sleep.” His voice was startling in the sudden quiet of the room. Until then, all that could be heard was our wild harsh breathing as we fought to catch our breath.
Surprisingly I took his advice and was soon fast asleep, especially when he moved to his side with his arms around me, his cock still buried deep.
TRAVIS
What the fuck am I doing? You’re in bed with a woman past the hour of get the fuck out that’s what. So not my style. I learned long ago that there were some things you just didn’t do with a woman ‘less you gave her ideas and shit. And sleeping with them was at the top of the list.
It’s a rule I’ve never broken and had no intentions on doing until I got married. Since I had yet to find the woman I’d trust enough to share my heart with, that shouldn’t be happening for a while.
Yet here I am, in bed, with a woman I’ve known for a grand total of two days, and fuck if this shit didn’t feel right. She felt like she belonged, like that spot under my arm was meant for her.