Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
He kept licking me, sucking more of my breast into his mouth, now, devouring me with lips and tongue as he growled low in his throat, a vibration that buzzed against my nipple. I could feel the tension in his hand as he fought to hold himself back, his touch becoming urgent and just the right kind of rough. Then suddenly, he couldn’t wait any longer to explore more of me. His hand slid down my body, over my stomach, and then outwards, over my hip and down my thigh. Then it twisted inward and I groaned as it slid edge-on between my knees and upward. The edge of his hand kissed up against the softness of my lips and rocked there, knobbly and perfect, sending a ripple of heat slamming through me. My thighs closed tight for a second in response, trapping his hand. Then, as they relaxed, he twisted his wrist and easily pushed my thighs apart.
He cupped me there, fingers rubbing over lips that were already sticky and moist, and my breath caught. Without taking his mouth from my nipple, he looked up at me, watching my response as he plunged a thick finger up into me.
I bucked and trembled, rolling my hips up to meet him and arching my back off the ground. The firm, hot lashing of his tongue across my nipple, the hard, knobbly slide of his finger inside me...the sensations raced through my body and met, becoming one continuous throb of pleasure. I let out a high little cry and twisted around the finger, drawing a low groan from him as my satiny walls caressed him. With my legs open, he’d had to switch to straddling one of them, and that meant that I could feel the outline of his cock, hot and hard and straining against his jeans.
He finally lifted his mouth from my breast and the feel of the breeze on my spit-wet skin made me gasp. Then he was kissing me, hungry and quick, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as the finger in my pussy, and my body danced in response, my hands diving under his shirt to roam across his back and chest and my legs wrapping around his arm. The pleasure was twisting in on itself and building: tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter. I could feel myself slickly wet around his thrusting finger and I clawed at him, writhing, wanting him. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I broke the kiss, barely escaping his chasing lips. “C—Cal!” I managed, panting.
He looked down at me, those cornflower-blue eyes hooded with lust. His finger slowed but still moved lazily inside me, throwing out pink blooms of pleasure edged in trembling silver each time it glided along my walls, its progress audible in the shudders of my breath. He knelt there, hulking over me, the hunter who’d captured his prey. The thought made me gulp and sent a dark spike of heat straight down to my core, boosting that needy ache even more. I stared up at him, pleading with my eyes. And he kissed my panting, desperate lips one last time and nodded.
He got to his feet and stripped off his shirt and then the white t-shirt beneath. He kicked off his boots and shed his jeans and shorts in one go. And then he stood towering over me, naked. His body was bathed in moonlight, each hard edge gleaming silver, each massive, solid curve shining as if he was carved from iron. Free of his clothes, he looked even wilder, even more part of nature. The beard, the massive size of him, the huge pecs, and the brutal power contained in that chiseled six-pack: he was a wild man, a barbarian of the forest.
He walked towards me and each heavy footstep vibrated through the ground, making me bite my lip. He was big, but viewed from down here, he was a giant. And lying at his feet, naked on the ground, I felt like some village maiden laid out for him as an offering. My groin twitched at the thought and my eyes went to his cock, the shining head of it slapping against his abs with each step.
He knelt down, nudging my legs further apart, and I went weak. There was something about the size of him, the way the width of his hips forced me to open wider. He was gentle, kind...but physically, he was a beast. And now, with nothing holding him back, I was about to experience him unleashed.
He lowered himself atop me until his chest just brushed my aching nipples. I felt the head of his cock nestle up against my slickened pussy lips. His forearms pressed into the ground on either side of my head and I swallowed, took a deep breath—