Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Then, I pull out, watching with avid eyes as the bulge slips out of her cunt before pushing back in. Her eyes go wide, her expression wild.
“Oh Trek!” she pants this time while cupping her tits. “Mmm!”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, starting a rhythm that’s punishingly slow and incredibly arousing. But Posey loves it. She tosses her head, red hair a halo around those pretty features, as her breasts bobble and her pussy gets fucked. A flush descends on her décolletage and as her cunt gets juicier and more swollen.
“That’s right,” I murmur, staring at the gorgeous girl with worshipful eyes. “You’re better than I ever imagined.”
The words set her off and Posey’s mouth opens in a silent scream as her back arches. Then, her cunt spasms around my cock, sucking my knot even further into her depths.
“Oh!” she wails. “Mmmm, yes!”
I thrust through her orgasm, the girl panting and whining beneath me as she travels to worlds beyond.
“Oh oh oh!” she screams. “Oh, yes!”
Finally, the crest passes and Posey relaxes a little, her breath still coming in shudders as her eyes re-focus.
“That was wonderful, Trek. Thank you.”
It was indeed, but I’m not done with her, not yet.
“Do you want me, Posey?” I demand, needing to hear it, to know beyond a doubt that this woman craves me.
“Yes, absolutely. I want you to come inside of me, please,” she whimpers, running her fingers along my body. “It’s your turn now, big boy.”
That’s enough.
I grab her arms and push them above her head. I thrust my knot into her even deeper into her cunt and she lets out a low scream, her pussy impossibly full.
Instinct takes over as I drive into Posey’s swollen folds, my hard body demanding everything from her softer one. Thrust after thrust, she cries out beneath me, her body writhing in ecstasy and agony. When I come at last, I pour my seed into her with hard strokes, over and over again, until I know that I am hers, and she is mine.
I collapse on top of Posey, still fully lodged within her tight—and beyond a doubt, sore—cunt.
She strokes my hair and I do my best not to move because we’re locked together for now.
“Are you okay?” I ask in a low voice. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”
There’s an edge of pain in her eyes, but she shakes her head. Her pussy tightens for a moment and my dick flexes, making her wince.
But Posey’s voice is one of tenderness.
“I’m good, Trek. Let’s just savor this moment.”
With that, I lie my black head on her breast. She strokes my hair while we wait in silence for my body to finish this last stage of a much-needed release. I feel like a man worshipping at the foot of a goddess because this is what I need – to be buried deep inside my woman as she takes my seed. But what’s going to happen when we get to Mirago? I can’t bear the thought of sharing her with my brothers … and yet that was the purpose of the pageant all along.
11
Posey
My pussy’s sore, but in a good way. Trek used me again and again, and it was a wonderful experience, even if I’ve been dripping his come for the last twenty-four hours. Yet I wouldn’t re-do any of it because we connected during our lovemaking. It was intense, but it was also romantic, even if the massive man took me on the conference room floor.
But now, we’ve landed in Mirago, and I press my face against the car window, my mouth agape as I take in the breathtaking scene before me.
Miles of white, sandy coast stretch out as far as I can see. The water—a vibrant, aqua color—sparkles in the sunlight as waves hit land in brilliant splashes. Birds fly overhead, squawking against the wind and soaring in easy contentment.
Piled into the large SUV with me, four other girls giggle and chatter about our wild new adventure on the island of Mirago. I catch snippets of their conversation as they gabble, but I’m too enamored with the island itself to pay much attention to their words.
After all, even the voyage itself has been insane. Our flight was aboard a luxurious, private plane, complete with white leather seats and a flat-screen TV. There were fresh flowers, clever built-ins, and the galley was made of mahogany instead of serviceable stainless steel.
Even more, I’m insanely excited to be moving to Mirago and leaving behind the shitty parts of my life in New York. In fact, quitting my job with Ray Smiley has officially been added to my list of all-time favorite and most badass moments because when that clown started to cuss me out for quitting, saying that I was never going to amount to anything, that I would end up walking the streets, I let him have it. Loud enough for clients to hear, probably loud enough for the other offices on our floor to hear.