Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Hold on to the wall, Gorgeous. Put your hands on it and hold on,” I murmur, nipping along the outside shell of her ear. Once she’s in position, I grab the bottle of her gel again and hold it over her back, carefully letting it drizzle down. The minute it touches her back, her body jerks and she moans. I just stand there, raging cock, water beating down on me and watch as a creamy white line slides down her back and down to her ass cheeks.
Not now, because this is the first time I get to fuck my woman without a glove, but soon, I’m going to jerk off on her, and watch my cum slide down her body like that…
“Noah,” she breathes.
“I fucking love it when you say my name, Rory,” I growl, putting the bottle down and letting two of my fingers, move down the path. “I fucking love it when you moan,” I tell her, just as my fingers slide against her ass cheek, and then dip down into the valley I’ve teased before, but never fucked. That’s coming too, but Rory’s body is like a fucking amusement park and I’m a giant fucking kid who wants to enjoy it all. I figure maybe by the time I’m ninety I might have explored it all and be ready to start again.
“You’re torturing me.”
“But, it feels good, doesn’t it, Sweetheart?” I ask her, my fingers pushing against the entrance of her ass.
“No…ah….”
My fingers slide into her ass to the knuckle, the tight ring of muscles squeezing, bending, fighting and finally accepting the invasion. I fuck her like this with my hand. In and out, curling the tips of my fingers on entry, in and out, scissoring them and stretching her. Rory’s breathing goes erratic, her body presses in harder against the wall, she moves, sliding her breasts and taut nipples across the cool ceramic tile.
My cock is so fucking hard, it’s dripping cum. I want to torture her longer, but sweet Jesus, I need this woman more than air. I reach behind me grabbing the gel yet again, soaping my hands. I’m definitely going to have to buy her some more of this—maybe a giant economy size, because I’m thinking of making a shower part of our nightly routine.
My hands lathered, I grab her hips. She’s already moving back and forth, bucking into the wall, using her legs and her own muscles to put pressure on her clit. She’s more than ready—thank God.
I turn her, her face comes up to look at me, her hair dark and wet, beads of water trailing down her face, her tongue licking against her lip as she pants with hunger.
Fucking gorgeous.
I call her that all the time, but I don’t think she gets it. If she could see herself like I do, she would.
“Are you ready for me, Rory?”
“God, yes, Noah. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begs.
I lift her up and immediately her legs wrap around me.
“Guide me inside of you, Gorgeous. Bring me home,” I growl, biting on her neck, taking her weight as I brace my hand against the wall.
Her hand reaches down between us and wraps around my throbbing shaft. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced. She clasps me firmly, clenching me and my head goes back from the pleasure.
“Noah,” she whispers, and I force myself to look down at the woman who owns me inside and out.
“What, baby?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“I wanted to see your beautiful eyes,” she says. The words simple, bold and truthful and they wrap around me as firmly as her hand on my cock.
Owns me inside and out.
She guides me to her pussy, my head pushing against her entrance, our eyes locked on one another as I push inside, so fucking slow that it is almost as if time ends. I feel her tight cunt fluttering against my cock, as I sink in deeper and deeper.
“Noah… Oh God, baby. You feel so good,” she murmurs, once I get as deep as I can, sunk up to my balls, and grinding against her swollen clit.
“Hold onto me, Gorgeous,” I tell her as I start fucking her. I take her hard, but not fast, some things you can’t rush. Sometimes, you have to savor, to appreciate the miracle you were given and that’s what Rory is.
A fucking miracle.
I fuck her over and over, her body taking me and begging for more—all at the same time. I take her mouth with mine, kissing her, my tongue invading her, waging a war—a war we both will win. I tunnel in and out of her tight cunt, steady, hard…relentless.
I can feel my cum gathering, the familiar zing of heat sliding down my spine. I release her mouth, to bite my way up her neck, finding her ear.