Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
When Tripp pulls away, I watch him as he pumps lube into his hand and coats his cock. He tugs me down some on the mattress, Tripp between my legs and pushing them open and back. A tremor rocks me to my core, but it’s not fear. It’s desire and rightness and hunger and happiness, all the things this man has brought into my life.
“I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
I nod. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, and then a moment later, his cock is pushing against my hole. It feels different than his fingers because there’s so much more girth there. I suck in a sharp breath, the sensation not one I’m used to yet, and again, I’m not sure how I feel about it. But before, it got better, and I have no doubt it will again.
“Fuck,” stumbles from my mouth, the stretch and fullness making me shift.
“Want me to stop?”
“No. Keep going. I want you.”
He puts more lube into his hand and then begins stroking my dick while working his way inside me. I’d softened some, but the tight, slick grip of his hand brings me back to life again.
“Jesus, baby. I can’t believe how tight you are, how fucking perfect you feel wrapped around me.” He pushes in a little more, then more again, talking me through it, jerking me, looking at me in this way that no one has ever looked at me before Tripp. Like I’m something. And more than that. Maybe everything.
I suck through my teeth again when he pushes forward, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s amazing to think about, that Tripp is inside me, that my body is molding and shaping itself so he can fit. That thought has my cock jerking in his hand, has my desire amped up another notch. I fucking love this.
“More,” I plead.
“I’m almost all the way in.”
“Just do it. Want it.”
His pupils flare wide before Tripp pushes the rest of the way in. We moan together, not breaking eye contact.
“Christ, I can’t believe you’re in me.” I’m still adjusting. I’m so full, and there’s no getting around that feeling being something I’m not familiar with. But I also know it’ll be good, that he’s going to make me out of my mind with pleasure. “Fuck me, Tripp.”
He gives me a smirk that says more than he knows, pulls back, and thrusts his hips forward again. Tripp kisses me while he takes me, the slide of his dick feeling better and better with each thrust.
Every time his cock brushes my prostate, I get an extra jolt of pleasure shooting through me. His tongue is in my mouth and his dick is in my ass. There’s something intoxicating about that, something that makes me feel like I can fucking fly. I want to hold on to that, to keep it with me and feel it over and over again.
“Tripp…yes…I…” I’m not even sure how to finish that sentence.
I feel his smile as he’s kissing down my neck, and it elicits one of my own.
“I never want to stop fucking you,” he says, and damned if I don’t wish that were possible, if I don’t wish we could live in this moment forever.
Tripp pushes my legs back farther, moving so he’s looking down at me as he thrusts harder, faster. I take my cock in hand, still slick from lube, and jerk myself off. I feel him everywhere, feel pleasure everywhere—on my cock, in my ass, on every inch of my skin that touches him. It’s addicting and enthralling, and I never want it to stop.
“Look at how much you’re leaking. You want to come for me, baby? You wanna empty those big fucking balls of yours that I love all over your belly? I bet you do, especially because as soon as you’re done, I’m going to come inside you the way you want. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and then later tonight, you can do the same for me.”
I arch toward him, my body aching, dick throbbing. I’m right there on the precipice, hand working my shaft. I know it won’t take much to tilt me over the edge, and knowing that Tripp will come inside me when I do makes my balls tighten.
“Harder. Fuck me harder, make me come.”
He lets loose a growl, and then his thrusts are deliciously punishing, his hips slapping against my body in a way I know I’ll crave for the rest of my life. The room is filled with the sound of our sex. It’s primal and hungry and beautiful and right.
When his cock slides over my prostate again, Tripp leaning down to nibble my lip, I can’t hold back anymore. I shatter, come apart for him, tingles all over my body, vision blurry as I spurt on my stomach, cum running down my cock, balls drawing up as I continue to spill.