Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I don’t even bother answering, I’m in such a staggering state of lust. I stumble to my feet with Marlow clinging to me, her thighs squeezed around my hips, and I barrel toward my bedroom, absently wishing I was wearing my skates so I could go faster. I cradle her close and tuck her head beneath my chin on the way through my doorframe, because I’m so worried about knocking her into a wall or hurting her, but finally, we’re in my room and I am more of an animal than I realized, or maybe she just makes me one, because she’s on the bed in a split second. I’m on top of her limber body, groaning over the gift of gravity, because oh God yeah, I’m finally able to grind down on that pussy, the way I’ve been needing to do since we met. Finally able to set myself loose, because we’re alone. Not in public, not at school, not in a parking lot.
It's just me and my future wife and her spread legs.
Our mouths taste like vanilla and she’s whining for a load of come already, my balls all too ready to comply. I work her panties down her hips and thighs, in total disbelief that I’m about to have sex. Me. I never thought I’d do this with another person, let alone the best person.
“I want it so bad,” she whimpers when she’s completely naked.
Not even wearing panties. Holy shit.
Once I take my cock out of my briefs, there won’t be anything preventing me from pushing it into her hole. And I know it’s wet, because I’ve leaned sideways onto my left elbow and my fingers are there now, playing with her slick little clit. Watching her eyes turn glassy the longer I fondle it, the pads of my fingers growing more and more soaked.
“I’m worried I’m going to blow if I put my fingers in you.”
“If you do, we’ll just go eat more cake until it gets big again,” she whispers, blinking.
“How did I find the perfect woman?”
She grins up at me, but in a drowsy, ready-to-fuck kind of way, and I’m getting so desperate to experience her, all of her, that I lock down my loins and slowly, slowly, push my middle finger into the opening of her pussy, alarm bells pealing almost immediately. “Oh no. No.” I push and twist my digit, making her shudder. “I won’t fit in here.”
“Yes, you will,” she says haltingly.
Denial is a hammer to my skull. “I’ll kill you, Marlow.”
“What a way to go,” she says, levering herself up to kiss me. The mother of all kisses. Deep and winding and wet, my finger tucking in and out of her snug heat until it’s pumping, adding my ring finger, trying my goddamn best to loosen her up a little. Nothing doing, though, she’s tighter than the lid of a jam jar. I’m trying not to think about how fucking good it would feel to just give in and rail her for everything I’m worth, whether she’s ready or not, but I love her. I love her, so I fight through the agony and hope for a miracle.
Another one.
She’s a miracle all by herself.
“You can try now,” she says, in between hot, slanting kisses.
“No, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Don’t you want to get me pregnant?”
“Yes!” I roar, my answer coming from some deep, dark unknown cavern in my chest. I say it with bared teeth, my fingers pressed high and deep inside of her. “I’ve got the biggest wad for you, baby. You won’t be getting your period once I give it to you.”
“I want it now,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Put it in as far as you can.”
My control is frayed now, my alpha male genes conditioned to conquer and impregnate, and I’ve lost the fight with patience. Lost it completely. Sealing my mouth on top of hers, I work the massive head of my erection into her breach, my jaw slackening at the sensation of being cradled there. It’s so good that I require more, more, my hips advancing until I’ve given her a few of my inches, jacking my base in a harried fist.
“Oh God. Oh fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” I pant, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of my face. “Does it hurt?”
“There’s some pressure,” she says shifting beneath me, shooting a lightning bolt of urgency to my testicles. “But I think I can take more.”
“Please,” I say raggedly, instead of no, which is what I meant to say. She’s so small and beautiful and fragile. At least, I think she’s fragile until, keeping our intense eye contact, she digs her heels into my ass until I have no choice but to sink down, her slick cunt taking me deeper, deeper, her whine getting louder.