Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I gasp his name. “You said I’d come in your beard!”
He traces my folds with his tongue, getting dangerously close to my clit but not quite there. “You like that idea, don’t you? Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Come in at night after working the farm and slide right into your perfect heat. I’ll call you my little cockwarmer.”
“Why are you so filthy?” I thrash as the images he’s filling my head with push me higher. I can see him now, coming in the ranch with his eyes blazing as he demands I take care of him.
“Because you crave it, and my good girl always gets what she wants,” he answers before he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it. Hard.
I have only seconds to put my hands over my mouth and muffle my own cries of ecstasy. He doesn’t let up when the orgasm begins, he keeps working me through it, tonguing my clit with firm insistence. He’s not just giving me an orgasm. He’s controlling it, making me take my pleasure.
I thought after the first orgasm I was done. I didn’t think he would be able to make me come again. But then he did.
He licks me through the aftershocks, not letting up until I make a noise of protest. He lifts his head, and his beard is soaked. The bottom half of his face is coated in my juices.
He licks his lips. “Never cared much for sweets, but that’s the best damn cream I’ve ever had.”
I chuckle. “I can’t believe you got me there again.”
He moves up the bed and reaches for my fingers, his still damp from where he was spreading my lips. “You’re worth the effort. Whether it takes thirty minutes or thirty days, you deserve a man that makes it his personal mission to satisfy you.”
His words warm me. I just accepted that I never liked sex. I didn’t consider that maybe my lover was selfish. But I don’t want to be thinking about anyone else right now. There’s only one man that’s on my mind.
“You still have one more guarantee to fulfill,” I tell him as I reach for the waistband of his pants. I peel them down to find he’s gone commando, and it’s little wonder. I’m not even sure they make men’s underwear big enough for what he’s packing.
I reach for it, wanting to give him some of the pleasure he’s given me. But he stops me by taking my hand in his. “We covered this already. Your job tonight is to lean back and relax.”
I eye his cock. “It doesn’t seem fair that you’ll be doing all the work.”
“Oh, you’ll be working not to scream while I give it to you,” he answers with a smirk before grasping his erection. He pumps himself once then twice. He pauses, disappointment crossing his features. “Shit, I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on birth control, and I’m healthy,” I tell him. I’ve never been so glad for those daily pills I take as I am in this moment.
“I’m healthy too, but are you sure?” Even though, there’s a wild, feral look in his eyes, there’s something else too. Concern, tenderness. Emotions that sweep over me, filling the cracked places in my heart.
“Ride me, cowboy,” I say, spreading my legs wide. I’ve never been this uninhibited in the bedroom. But there’s something about being with him. He makes me feel safe to explore and experiment.
“I won’t be gentle. You’ll take every inch.” He’s squeezing his cock now.
I lick my lips. “Don’t hold back.”
He positions his body over mine, slipping easily into my pussy. I’m so slick and swollen from the earlier orgasms that it doesn’t burn the way I thought it would.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, and I’m only halfway there.” he’s panting and trembling, working to hold himself steady. “Is it hurting anywhere?”
I moan, loving the way he fills me. “Keep going.”
He slides in further, still slow and careful until I wrap my leg around his hip. The position opens me up, and I swear my eyes nearly cross. He’s so big, stretching me in a delicious way.
He snaps his hips, finally filling me completely. The air leaves my lungs, and my heart rate skyrockets. I’m stuffed, completely filled by this big man above me.
But it’s not just the size of him that has my body so aroused. It’s the way he’s staring down at me, his expression one of feral possession. “You belong to me. You’re mine now. I’m the only one who comes in this tight pussy. Say it.”
My cheeks heat but I say the words anyway. “You’re the only one who comes in my tight pussy.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs and works his hand between our writhing bodies. His thumb swipes against my swollen clit. It’s too much. I’m too sensitive from the previous orgasms, and I explode as the pleasure washes over me and through me.