Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I pull off my jeans, my cock springing up, my length hard, precome making my tip shine. Her eyes snap open wide as she stares at my huge dick. I don’t give her time to doubt. Her body knows what to do. I felt it when she was pulsing with her release. I tasted it.
Lying beside her on the bed, I indulge my hungry compulsion for her breasts. She moans in that just-Zoey way as if her nerves are trying to drag her down, but she won’t let them. I could suck her nipple all day, my other hand massaging her other breast. It’s even hotter when I feel her hand against my back, clawing as if she’s moving closer to another explosion.
My balls swell as I remember her last one, her pussy pulsing and gifting me with her creamy release. Leaning up, I stare at her breasts, gleaming with my attention, highlighting how round, perfect, and big they are.
“I need you,” I growl, rolling over and propping myself up with my fists planted in the sheets.
She stares up at me, shivering when my heavy tip strokes against her inner thigh.
“Are you ready?” I grunt.
Talking is a challenge. Going slow is an even bigger one. The hunger inside of me is roaring to grab my cock, drive myself into her, push up hard and fast, and thrust furiously until I’ve exploded every single drop of my seed inside of her. Instead, I reach down and guide my tip to her hole, then keep it there, kissing her tight entrance as her lips spread and squeeze onto my end. Damn, she’s tight.
“Yes,” she murmurs after a pause, her fingernails clawing into my arms. “I think so.”
“I know so,” I counter, then push into her just an inch.
Her mouth opens, and a moan escapes. For a moment, I think I’m going to erupt just from this. Her moaning. The kiss of her walls wrapping around my dick. I inch deeper and deeper, taking it slow, staring at the perfect sight of my dick disappearing into her tight young hole.
Luke, Mallory, duty, desire. A loop in my mind, trying to ruin this, but I push it far back. It’s easier than I thought it would be, ignoring my doubts, ignoring the fact we said we would wait until we told her mom.
“Oh, oh,” she gasps when I push my hips forward, sliding my dick inside her. “So b-b-big.”
“I’m all the way inside of you now,” I growl. “You’re squeezing my base so. Damn. Hard. Fuck, future wife, you’re so tight.”
She smiles through a shuddering in her lips as I hold myself there, no space between us at all, her pussy wrapping around my dick like a hot fist of pure pleasure, squeezing and tempting me to unleash myself. I slide out slowly, savoring every inch. Her pussy throbs around my dick with each movement as if telling me to slide back into her. When I’m almost all the way out, I drive up inside her again.
“Oh, wow,” she whimpers.
“Wow?” I smirk.
“It feels good. New. Oh, yes. Keep going.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. Not that I need any, but knowing she can grasp the pleasure and ignore her nerves spurs me on.
I keep myself at a raised angle, meaning I can look at her as we slip into a rhythm. I push my dick inside her and then slide out, then do it again, and each time her gorgeous face tells me she’s experiencing more and more pleasure. Her nerves are draining away.
She tightens her grip on my arms, and on the next thrust, she moves her hips with me. The base of my cock aches. My tip is so sensitive, the very end of it buzzing as though eager to let go of my release, but there’s no way I’m exploding my seed into her body before I see her cream coating my dick. She gasps and rocks with me, shifting up as I slide out, then meeting me when I push back in.
“Is… that… good?” she whimpers.
“Perfect,” I snarl. “I’m addicted to your sopping pussy already.”
We lose time shifting like that. Nothing else matters because nothing else exists.
Sweat coats my body and pours over my muscles, every powerful piece of me straining as her messy, wild hair splays across the sheets. She moves her hands from my arms up to my shoulders, meaning I have to lean down a little.
I lose the view of her bouncing breasts, which means I get to stare into her eyes. Her eyes open and close quickly as if she’s getting closer to another orgasm. Her pleasure-filled face is the most beautiful picture.
I’ll never forget it. This. Our first time. Her first time, full stop. She opens her mouth in a primal scream, and those thoughts burst into the very back of my mind again. What if somebody hears? What if Mallory comes home?