Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He sweeps his palms down while I rise up on my knees. He cradles my breasts, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, and then he trails them down my stomach and takes up the same position I asked for before.
He half lifts me and helps me get on top of him because there’s no bending the magic meat pipe. I pretty much just have to climb right on top. It’s so hard that it won’t even angle properly into a slant. It’s just vertical from here on out.
It really helps that he’s strong and helping me defy gravity. I watch his biceps flex as he lifts me. He doesn’t drop me. That would probably be a disaster for both of us. Me as my pussy gets wrecked, and him as his dick probably bends at the wrong angle.
I sink down slowly at first but quickly give up on that plan.
I need him way too much for slow.
I take all of him like a fiend. A dick fiend.
He surges up, changing the angle so I don’t have to do all the work. I grasp his face, dig my fingers into his wonder beard again, and kiss him to stifle a scream. I love the way his beard rasps all over my face as he kisses me deeper and deeper.
He keeps me balanced, which leaves my hands free to explore his muscled shoulders. He’s like a warm, living wall under my fingers. The skin doesn’t feel any different being inked. I thought it might, but it just feels like warm, soft silk. I trail my fingers up his neck and bury them under the beard, and then down, brushing over his nipple before going back up. He makes a feral nose into my mouth, and when his tongue strokes mine, his cock kicks in time.
I thought he was big before he was inside me, but I’m getting a brand new crash course on sensation. I ride his meat stick like I’m a witch, and it’s a full moon, broom-riding kind of night, but I happened to misplace my favorite ride.
My hips are doing plenty, grinding and rocking back and forth and pretty much inventing a new sexy dance. But a single flex of his hips sends me spiraling through alternate universes where I have pleasure buttons inside me that I didn’t know existed.
I’m stretched so full that it borderline hurts, but I’d say he’s a perfect fit. We’re a perfect fit. I didn’t have to contort myself to get him in. Then again, I was lady bonering so hard to have him inside me that I would have died if I hadn’t been able to get on his cock exactly when I did.
I have to come up for air, but I use all my breath to mutter dirty things in Warrick’s ear.
“You’re better than any fridge alien. I love your sexy sausage. You’re the most delicious snack in the entire planet. You taste like fucking heaven, and you feel like the most decadent sin. I want to ride you until my pussy starts to chafe. In case you didn’t know, I’m really enjoying your dick. If you want to spank me a little, you can. You can actually do anything you want to my ass. And all my other parts too. I’m thinking about doing insanely dirty things to you right now. Most of them have to do with your muscles, your cock, your mouth, and your rock-hard butt cheeks. I think I’d like to bite you in every one of those spots.” Eventually, my words just devolve into heavy breaths and a whole lot of, “fuck, fuck yes, fuck me, please, yes, yes. YES.”
He does something with his cock while he braces me and stares quite intensely right into my eyes, which has my whole body going into a tremble. Trembling hot. Trembling cold. Trembling tight. Trembling coiling.
My nipples are so hard that they could be used as lethal weapons, and I’m throbbing so far up that my ovaries are practically causing seismographic waves in my stomach. I’m clenching all over his cock without even trying to make it happen.
I’m trying to focus on War to see if he’s close, but it’s hard. It’s so freaking hard when my eyes don’t want to open, and all of me wants to clench and bear down and keep rocking and writhing all over him. All of me wants more, more, more.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whimper, surging forward to bite his shoulder. Not hard, but the taste of him, salty and manly, flooding my mouth, does magic things to my clit as though his fingers had just strayed to it and pinched it.
“Me too,” he groans.
Thank. Fuck. Thank all the fucks ever.
I was so clam jammed, or maybe my clamming was just so jamming, that my ovaries have been on borderline spontaneous climax mode ever since I shucked off my green hairy pants.