Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
But he’s not the only one staring. Apart from his socks, Harker stands bare before me. The thick piece of meat dangling between his legs bounces with every one of his shaky breaths. His rock-hard body is tense, and every muscle looks as if it’s about to tear through his skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands find their way back to my ass. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me against his body.
“You’re not half bad yourself,” I say, trying to keep it light and take my mind off what’s about to happen.
“Are you okay?” Harker leans in close and kisses my chest tenderly. His tongue finds the grooves between my breasts and comes to a halt as it hits the front clasp of my bra.
“I’m … scared.” No use lying. Harker hasn’t, so I’m not going to either.
“What’s troubling you?” His breath tickles the wet spots his tongue left behind.
“It’s my first time. What am I supposed to expect? What if it hurts?”
“It’s going to.” Harker’s eyes turn up to me, but his licking and kissing don’t stop. “The first penetration is going to sting. It’s going to be overwhelming. It’s literally going to tear you apart.”
His brutal honesty makes my heart sink.
“But once I’ve broken through the barrier and your sweet little hole becomes used to my size, you’re going to experience pleasure you’ve never imagined.” His calloused fingertips glide up my sides and undo my bra’s clasp. He keeps it closed a while longer, drawing in a deep lungful of air before releasing it in an exasperated sigh as he exposes my breasts.
“Fuck,” he groans, unable to hold himself back. He presses his face against my tits and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His long tongue wraps around the pointy bead, flicking against it.
Heat courses through my body, and I have to dig my fingers into his shoulders to keep steady.
Unimaginable pleasure. Everything this man does to me holds that title. And if what he says is true, the pain will be well worth the delight.
He discards my bra and hooks an arm beneath my knees. It makes me trip, but he catches me before I fall and lays me down on the bed while his body snakes over mine.
“We can stop if you’re afraid,” Harker says, but his cock rattling between my thighs tells me a different story than his words. Truly, I don’t want to stop.
“No, don’t stop. I’m ready,” I say.
Harker presses himself up on his elbows, and his body hovers inches above mine. “I need to prepare you first. Your pussy needs to be drenched. It will make the insertion easier.”
“How do you—”
He doesn’t let me finish the sentence before kisses start making their way down my body. They stop at my breasts again, his tongue meeting the taut beads of my nipples. Keeping himself up on one arm, the other sinks between our bodies. It tugs and pulls at the hem of my panties until they drop beneath my thighs.
“What are you—”
Another question goes unanswered as his hand lifts to my pussy. He slides his thick index finger between my folds until it’s soaked, making him moan. I join him, but mine comes from the warm sensations of his touch.
“Have you ever felt anything inside of you?” he asks against my tit.
“Only my fingers,” I answer.
“Those tiny things? Even this will fill you up then.” Harker chuckles and slides his index finger inside me.
And my God, does it fill me up. It mounts an instant pressure inside me, which resonates warm tingles out from my core.
I gasp a moan, and Harker chuckles. His finger moves slowly to start, in and out, while the middle brushes against my soaked slit. Every slow thrust out is met by a faster one moving in until he’s moving at a familiar speed I’ve reached before.
“Fuck, Harker, it’s feels so good.” The words come out hoarse between my moans and whimpers.
“Then this should feel better.” The middle finger he prepped along my wet slit meets his index, and together he presses both inside of me. I feel an overwhelming fullness as he struggles to reach the first knuckle.
Once more he moves slow and steady until my walls adjust to his fingers. Soon enough, his speed is back to where it was before. He presses himself higher while his eyes dance down my body and up again.
“I’m going to make you come, Penelope. I’m going to watch it happen. Then, I will fuck you,” he says.
That’s going to happen sooner than expected. Each move of his wrist tickles my core and makes my body writhe in pleasure. A warm, familiar heat starts just below my belly, and every thrust makes the sensation more intense. I want to lie still and take it all, but I can’t control my limbs. My legs buckle, and my panties slide further down my thighs until they fall off the bed. I desperately grab at the soft sheets beneath us. My hips buck into his hands.