Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Every time he pushes inside of me, I feel a little more stretched, his big cock spreading me open as he picks up speed. He holds onto me tightly as he starts to fuck me in earnest now, our skin slapping together and our moans echoing through the bathroom.
“Fuck, sorry.” Carter suddenly slows down, and his hands disappear from my hips. “I got carried away,” he explains. “That’s probably going to leave bruises.”
I look down at my hips, where red finger marks blossom on my skin. “I’m fine,” I assure him. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t gonna,” Carter replies in his cocky way. “I don’t think there is much keeping me from staying inside of you until I come.”
He leans in and places a soft kiss on my shoulder while thrusting deep inside of me. His hand comes around to cup my breast, his fingers skillfully play with my nipple while his other hand reaches around and between my legs.
I arch my back and widen my stance to give him better access. His fingertips find my aching clit, and I groan when he finally touches me there. My nerve endings go haywire when he rubs furiously against my swollen clit. Pleasure explodes in my core with an orgasm that sneaks up on me.
My walls clench together as I come apart, making Carter groan in pleasure behind me. He fucks me through my release, while keeping pressure against my clit until it becomes too sensitive, and I squeeze my legs shut.
“Too much,” I whine as I push Carter’s hand away from my pussy.
“Noted.” He chuckles as his hands find their way back to my hips. This time his touch remains light, which is a stark contrast to his hard cock, threatening to split me in two.
“You feel so good when you come. I can still feel you pulsing around my dick. It’s amazing.” He grunts while keeping up a steady pace. “I want you to come again.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I tell him honestly.
“Yes, you can,” he quips confidently. “I bet I can make you come again.”
“I’m already overstimulated.”
“I’ll stimulate in a different way then,” he says mysteriously. Only when his hand travels to my ass and his fingers slip between my cheeks do I understand what he plans on doing.
“No,” I state sternly when I feel his thumb on my asshole. I instinctively stiffen up; my whole body going rigged.
“Jesus. Relax.” Carter chuckles like this is a joke to him. Anger bubbles up inside me.
“I mean it, Carter.”
“I won’t push inside,” he promises. “Just massaging it while I fuck you. I think you’re going to like it.” His thumb remains on my back hole while he continues to thrust himself into my tight channel.
I have to admit, it doesn’t feel terrible. It feels taboo, but the physical sensation is nothing but erotic to me. Pleasure builds, and I wonder if I could really come again.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Carter grunts in between deep thrusts that have my toes curling. “I want to come inside of you so badly.”
“Don’t come inside of me! I’m not on birth control,” I warn.
“What if I want to take the chance?”
What the hell? I twist my head and look at him over my shoulder. He is smiling, but not in a joking way. It’s more like a challenge.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you right now, but do not come inside of me… please.” I add a genuine plea.
“All right, I won’t,” he says seriously, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I turn back to face the wall, and Carter goes back to fucking me in a satisfying rhythm. It only takes a few minutes before I can feel a second orgasm building.
My legs quiver, and my whole body is suddenly on fire. Carter somehow manages to go even deeper with his cock, hitting places inside of me that have my core tingle. His thumb continues to play with my asshole, and the more he stimulates me there, the better it feels.
Curiosity gets a hold of me, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he did push inside. Would it hurt? Or would it give me more pleasure? I don’t know, but I do know that I’m so turned on right now I almost find the courage to ask him.
Instead of speaking up, I find myself shifting, pressing backward just enough to meet his thrusts and maybe get him to accidentally slip in. The more I think about him forcing his thumb up my ass, the hornier I get. Something in the back of my mind tells me it’s wrong to want that, but at this moment, I’m too turned on to care.
I’m so close to coming, I can taste the orgasm. Pleasure builds deep in my core, and my knees feel like they’re about to give out. Carter’s movements become erratic, his thumb almost breaching the tight ring of muscles.