Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Her breath shakes as I press my cock against her soaked pussy. The contact, hot and slippery, makes us both groan. I roll my hips, spreading her folds, causing her to reach out and grasp me by the waist. She cups my face with both hands, staring into my eyes with such trust. Such desire.
I push and feel the confirmation of her innocence. Her tiny hole is like a vault door, doing everything it can to keep me out. But my swollen crown is pulsing with desire, and I will not be denied.
She stirs underneath me as the pain hits her, but I cover her with kisses, whispering, “It will be okay. Just breathe and give me that pussy.”
Her chest heaves, and her eyes close as she takes a deep breath, surrendering herself to me. I feel her final, ultimate barrier give way and push deeper into her tight little cunt.
She’s tight—impossibly tight. Her wet walls grip my cock so hard I bite down on my teeth as a shake runs through my body. She gasps, digging her nails deeper into my shoulders.
I don’t mind. Pain doesn’t bother me. In fact, this pain is a fucking turn-on.
Her head falls back into the pillow. I slow down and let her breathe. Let her get used to the feeling of me filling her up.
“Just breathe,” I tell her. “I’m right here.”
She nods, inhaling and exhaling. I push deeper. One more inch. And then another. She makes a noise—not quite a moan and not quite a gasp of pain but the sound of being overwhelmed as her body struggles to accommodate something bigger and more intense than it had expected.
I reach down between us and thumb her clit gently, watching as her expression softens. The tension releases, and her lips part. Her hips angle up, pulling me deeper, and I sink in. Balls deep. Buried up to the hilt in her cunt, which grips me from root to crown like a soaked fist of white heat.
My vision blurs. I’ve never felt anything like this. Not in thirty-four years.
I hold still. If I move now, I will come. I’ll pour my load into this woman in less than thirty seconds, and that’s not what she deserves. Especially not for her first time.
She deserves it nice and slow, thorough. A man who can hold it together long enough that it’s good for her. And I will be that man, even if it kills me.
Beneath me, her body shifts. Her legs spread wider, and her walls soften then tighten in alternating pulses, like she’s learning the shape of me. Then, after a moment, she moves. First, a test roll of her hips, followed by a sound of pure, surprised pleasure.
“Wow.” Her eyes widen, and she looks at me as she moves again. “Wow, that’s…”
I start to move with her. “Right where I belong, Avery. Right here. Letting you break me down as I fill you up.”
I pump harder. Slow, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way before driving back home and filling her completely. Her hips lift to meet me, and we find our rhythm like we were made for each other.
The wet, obscene sound of my cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt fills the quiet room. The bed creaks beneath us as my balls clap against her ass. Our breathing twists together. Her fingers dig into my back as my hands scour her body, exploring every inch.
“You brought that coffee over to me just to get this, didn’t you?” I growl. Her arms tighten, causing her breasts to plump together. “You knew you’d break me down.”
“I wanted to know you,” she whispers, the heat from her body making me sweat. “But now…I want more.”
“Good,” I growl. “Take it all.”
I groan into her neck, claiming her body as mine fully. She’s so horny, writhing beneath me, wanting more and more. Being inside her is sublime. I can feel my walls coming down, my wiring short-circuiting.
No strings. No attachments. Nothing that could potentially land you behind bars.
I bury myself inside her and hold, looking down at her gorgeous face. It’s flushed, golden, and devastatingly beautiful, and I do something I never thought I would do.
I let my mantra die.
“Mine,” I growl into her mouth. “You’re mine, Avery.”
Her pussy clenches at my words, so tight I almost break. Her eyes are wet as she whispers, “Yes. Yours.”
I fuck her harder, faster, deeper. My hips drive forward with a force that pushes her up the mattress until I’ve got my hands on the headboard, using it as a brace.
She takes everything I have to give. Every rough thrust, every snarl, every growl of dirty talk that spills out of me. Just as I’ve taken her virginity and revealed the horny girl beneath the innocence, she’s revealed the man I’ve been hiding for eleven years.