Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Nah-uh. I’m in charge, remember?”
I remain seated, body vibrating. “I need that perfect fucking body…”
“And I need you to touch yourself for me,” she whimpers. “I need you to take out…” She swallows nervously, but then presses on. “Your thick dick and stroke it for me. I want to watch your hand moving up and down, want to see you grow hard for me.”
“I’m already solid,” I snarl.
“I want you to wait until I’m ready,” she moans. “Can you do that for me?”
I take off my belt, then unbutton my pants and pull them down to my knees. When my briefs join them, my cock springs up, a dollop of precome clinging to the tip.
“Now, stroke it,” she demands.
I grip myself and stroke down my length, spreading the precome to my balls and then back again. The look on her face is so fucking hot. Even with everything going on, thinking about anything else right now would be damn impossible.
She slides her hands between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” I groan, when she just holds it there.
Her eyebrows shoot up in something like victory, as if this was the response she wanted.
She loves the power. And I love how much she loves it, love how confident she’s becoming.
“Is that what you want, huh?” she moans, teasing closer to the perfect V of her sex.
“I told you,” I snarl, pumping my hand even faster, my precome making slick noises against my rock-hard cock. “There’s no want about this. It’s need.”
“So, you need me to touch my pussy?”
“Yes. Now.”
“What if the first thing I want to touch my pussy is that big hard cock, hmm?”
Fuck.
I almost explode when she says that. I curl my toes and clench my jaw as if that’s going to stop me.
She walks slowly across the room, mesmerizing me with each step. When she clambers onto the bed, legs on either side of me, I raise my hands, so hungry to touch her I feel like I could howl.
She grips my shoulders. “Don’t touch me yet,” she murmurs. “Let me do this. Let me be the one. Let me take control.”
I’ve got no idea how I do this. I’m squeezing the mattress so hard it’s a miracle the springs don’t break.
She reaches down with one hand, gripping the base of my cock. With only one hand propped on my shoulder, she whimpers, struggling to get the right angle.
I sink my hands into her hips.
At the exact same time, my head kisses her soaked entrance. She cries out in pure lust as I squeeze her harder, holding her tight as she glides lower and lower on my dick.
When I’m buried deep inside her, I smooth my hands over her back, feeling her warmth, her closeness.
She pushes against my chest. “I’m… in… charge… remember?”
Each word is a moan, a breath, and a plea.
I sink back on the bed. She sits atop me, her core squeezing my base tightly. She digs her fingernails into my chest.
I claim her hips again, sinking greedy hands into her plush body. She rocks back and forth, kissing every inch of my burning length with her tunnel.
It takes all my self-control not to pound up and into her, slamming my dick into her hot pussy and hitting that sweet spot inside that makes her lust sing. I let her set the pace, looking into her eyes, into the emotion there. Excitement, power, and release as she gives herself to me and lets everything else go.
I move my hands to her ass, cradling her as she rides me. Her pussy talks to me the entire time, squeezing then releasing as her orgasm hovers at the edges.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” she whimpers, bouncing even faster, her walls caressing my dick like it’s never been touched before.
I keep my eyes on her face. On the pleasure there. I know if I move an inch lower to her ample tits swaying for me, I’ll lose it. I’ll explode deep inside her, flooding her with come until it overflows between her juicy thighs.
“You want to… come,” she gasps.
“Yes,” I snarl.
“Come for me, then,” she moans.
“You need to—”
“Come for me,” she cuts in. “Come for me. That’s what I want. I want to make you come fast and hard. I want to…”
But she doesn’t have to beg for long. Maybe urging me to come is what sends her over the edge. Her tunnel grips me tightly, squeezing hard like a fist of hot fire. She collapses on top of me, giving the final moments over to me.
I sink my hands hungrily into her ass, then thrust up in savage stroke after savage stroke. The friction breaks me on the fifth stroke, my seed erupting out of me. My body hums as we come together.
She slides off me and lays her cheek against my chest, panting. “That was amazing,” she murmurs breathlessly. I don’t have to look at her to know she’s smiling. “Like… become a new woman, sort of amazing.”