Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
That’s when I bit my lip and allowed myself to look down at him, to take in his cock for the first time.
It was… holy hell. Not going to fit.
That was what it wasn’t going to do.
He was so big, in fact, that I just knew this wasn’t going to work.
“Darlin’,” he drawled. “Wipe that look off your face, grab my cock and put it at your entrance so I can get inside of you before I die.” He hesitated. “I swear to God, I’ll fit. Everyone always fits.”
I bit my lip, grabbed his cock—my God, my fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him—and brought him up to my pussy. Both of us ignored everything that we were talking about earlier.
Consequences of this night could be dealt with later.
Right now? We would be doing the praying method… maybe. Or maybe, we would just be doing the barebacking and lying to ourselves method.
Whatever one we were doing was fine with me. Because…
He slid inside so slowly that my eyes crossed.
He was big, yes. But he was also right. He fit.
My pussy flared around him, stretching and stretching but not breaking.
I yielded to his invading cock and was panting by the time that he had me filled so full it was hard to breathe.
“You feel like the death of me,” he growled quietly, his breaths causing my hair to flutter against my face.
I would? No, he would.
He was totally about to kill me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, not caring that this was the end. “End me.”
He chuckled darkly, then pulled out half an inch, only to slide it right back inside.
He did this multiple times until his cock was well coated in my wetness, then moved faster.
And faster.
And faster.
His balls slapped against my backside, and with each slap, a small moan would leave my body.
His chest bunched with his thrusts and his strength as he held me aloft as he took me.
Long, deep, soul-crushing strokes that had me panting in surprise. I was close. Already. He’d barely gotten started, and there I was, about to come.
“Take my cock, baby,” he grunted out. “Feel it in your fuckin’ soul, because that’s where I want to be.”
Oh, he was there.
He’d been there for a while now.
This moment only solidified his spot and cemented it in place.
“You’ve been there for as long as I’ve known you,” I moaned, throwing my head back and coming, unable to stop myself.
My pussy rippled, and he grunted. “Oh, fuck.”
So eloquent. So simple. So… right.
Oh, fuck. That was the only thing my brain could come up with as he forced me to orgasm. My eyes squeezed shut and my body thrummed like a stretched-tight live wire.
This next orgasm would certainly kill me. I was sure of it.
I opened my eyes, still feeling him taking me so evenly. So sedately.
The moment I made eye contact with him, he grinned.
“My turn,” he voiced.
Then I was moving away from the wall toward my bed.
The steps were short and small due to the pants still around his ankles, but he got me there swiftly despite his hobbling.
The moment my back hit the bed, he reared up onto his knees, caught my hips in his hands, and then he really started to fuck me.
Our bodies slapped together so hard that it should’ve been painful. But it was anything but painful. It was euphoric.
I was off in a land where only Bain could take me, and the slap slap of our bodies colliding was my music.
My breasts jiggled. My ass jiggled. My brain jiggled.
But it was totally worth it.
“Ah, fuck, I like seeing you underneath me,” he rasped, his voice soft and low. “I like seeing those tits bounce. I like seeing your pussy squish against my pubic area. I like seeing the way your clit pokes out and begs for attention. I like watching your pussy stretch to take my cock. I like the sounds you make and the way your eyes are so bright right now that you could come any second. I like…”
I came.
For a second time.
That was one more than I’d ever had with Braxton.
And the way he was talking so dirty… memories… flashbacks… they started to pour through me.
A different night. The same raspy voice. The same dirty talking in my ear. The same intensity in orgasms.
The same guy…
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped.
Then he was coming, too.
His abs contracted and his throat flared as veins started to pop out along his neck.
He cursed low and succinctly, then pulled his cock out with his semen already erupting from the top.
He covered my pussy and my mound with the first pulse. Then my belly and my nipples with the second. The third and the fourth once again went to my pussy, and I realized we were doomed. I would be doing this whole adult thing with a kid on the way.