Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Oh my god, this was digging into my butt cheek.”
I fall back, rip off my jeans and boxers, then search around quickly for the little foil packet I shoved in my pocket before I left the house. The other night? I didn’t come prepared. But tonight? Wasn’t going to let that happen. If I didn’t use it, it would have been no loss, but if I needed it and didn’t have it, that would seriously have been a tragedy.
Victoria pauses after she throws the stick away from us. Her eyes fall straight down to my cock, which is thick, ridged with veins, pulsing like crazy, and so swollen that the tip is dark purplish-red. Her lips part, and she gasps a little, which causes a stream of moisture to leak from the tip down my shaft.
“Oh!” she yelps. “Oh my god, that’s a big banana split! No, not a split. Just a banana. Or a sausage? A…a bazooka schlong?”
“You can say bazooka schlong, but you can’t say cock?” All the same, my pride is immediately and perfectly stroked, not that my dick needed any more inflating material. He’s already harder than steel. And my balls are definitely pulling up again and tingling.
She giggles. “I suck at dirty talk.”
“I don’t know. Bazooka schlong might be my new favorite saying.” My bazooka schlong bobs emphatically in response, and Victoria sucks in a breath.
Condom. Condom. Get the condom on.
I could use a little dulling in the sensation front and a little slowing down in the over-eager beaver department. I quickly unwrap the condom and roll it over my length while Victoria watches everything with the widest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Is this okay? We can just go back inside and watch a movie if you want.”
“I don’t have any internet yet. I called, but they’re dragging their heels about coming. I guess they were overbooked. Really, I think it’s because I’m rural now, and they don’t give two rat’s bottoms about that. Sorry, I’m rambling. You don’t want to hear about the internet.”
“We could just eat the snacks you packed.”
“Grapes, yes! And cheese. Except, no. I mean, I’d rather, um…do this with you. No movie. No grapes. No cheese. Just uh, wild hot sex in the flowers. Right now.”
“You’re sure?”
“I feel like I’m being torn in half with raging desire just looking at you. I’m so freaking empty, Atlas. And it aches. Everywhere. I’m definitely sure.”
Well. Holy. Fuck. Me. That was said so innocently and sweetly, but the words are like wicked, dirty, delicious honey dribbled straight from the hive and into my mouth to warm my belly and cause a heck of a lot of tingling everywhere else.
Victoria eases herself back and opens her arms. I position myself overtop of her, and even though my cock is kicking and my balls are drawing up so tightly that they’re going to end up lodged in my butt crack soon—my god, I can’t even imagine what kind of surgery would be needed to fix that—I tell myself that I can do this. I can freaking hold out. I can last. I can give Victoria at least six more orgasms before I allow myself one because I was a dumbass and only brought one condom. I wanted to be prepared, so I brought. One. Condom.
Fucking sigh.
No. There are going to be no accidents because having Victoria come on my cock is so much better than any amount of thinking about it and wrecking it for both of us by getting too excited, even if I can’t remember the last time I felt this way.
I arch over Victoria, and she wraps her leg around my hip and curls into me. She’s all warmth and softness, and oh my god, her breasts are pressing into my chest, her nipples are so lovely and hard, and I can feel the warmth radiating off her in all areas.
Focus. Focus, focus, focus.
I fit my cock at her entrance, and she bucks against me and gasps, but then the still of the night is broken by a giggle.
Okay, that’s not exactly the response I was expecting.
“Oh my god, sorry,” Victoria says, but she giggles again. “It’s just that you have burrs stuck all over your hair. They’re green, and they’re practically glowing like little snot blob aliens right now.”
I reach up automatically and run my fingers through the strands, wincing when they come into contact with something moderately hard and prickly all the way.
“Don’t try and pull them out. I’ll help you later. They’ll probably just get worked in deeper if you try and tug them out now. And um, sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. I really do want to do what we’re about to do.”
I nod, duck my head, and concentrate on guiding myself in slowly, but then Victoria yelps. I nearly jump out of my skin at the sharp smack that follows.