Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Okay, maybe I can feel it,” I wheezed as I canted my own hips to get the most out of what he was doing to me.
He chuckled against my throat, his tongue sneaking out to run along my skin.
I lost myself in him, rocking my hips and pretty much letting the feeling guide me.
My teeth clamped down on his trap, and his hips jerked in response.
I gasped at the depth.
“Sorry,” he soothed me. “You caught me by surprise. I’m going shallow as I can.”
I hadn’t realized until right then that he was forcing me to go a certain depth only.
Not giving me all of him.
I pushed down and his hands on my hips stopped me.
“Careful,” he warned.
I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Let me have all of you.”
He shook his head. “We’ll get there.”
We would.
Right then and there.
I wasn’t a quitter.
My fingers went to his hair and I yanked his head backward, exposing his throat.
Not ready for the move, he allowed it to happen and I momentarily distracted him by closing my teeth down on his throat and sucking. Hard.
He cursed, one of his hands coming to my hair to pull me off of him.
When he did, I took his distraction to my advantage and slammed myself down on him.
I was…full.
There was no other way to describe the feeling of having his entire cock in my pussy.
Full, and unable to get fuller.
I had all of him, and I was unsure what to do.
It was a weird feeling.
One that I’d never experienced before.
It wasn’t a good thing or a bad.
But I had a feeling that it could go either way.
“Shit,” Gentry said. “Still. Still.”
I hadn’t realized that I was writhing down on his cock until he caught me by the hips and forced me to freeze.
My pussy kept trying to spasm, failing to make room for him inside of me.
“Relax,” he soothed. “You have all of me now.”
I did.
And now I realized why he’d wanted me to wait.
Because I felt like I was being split in two.
I found that I liked it, though.
I liked being filled by Gentry.
My pussy was clenching and unclenching, ready for more.
But it had no clue what it was asking for.
“I…” I trailed off when he thumbed my clit.
My hips jerked at the small touch.
Barely there but…
Enough.
Enough to make me loosen up slightly.
He spread my own wetness around my clit in circles, slow and steady, forcing my mind to think of pleasurable things instead of how full I was.
“There, baby,” he said against my cheek, his breath fanning my ear. “Feel how loose you’re getting. Move those hips a little.”
I moved them.
A little.
I groaned at the feel of him so deep inside of me.
He continued to work my clit, slow and steady, until I was moving on my own.
I fucked him slowly at first, lifting my hips and bringing them back down again. But that lasted until I wanted more. Needed more.
My hips moved faster.
Then his free hand was moving, bringing my nipple up to his waiting lips.
My eyes closed and I continued to move, focusing solely on my own pleasure.
“There it is,” he said. “I can feel your pussy tightening around me. I want your pussy clenching down on me. Come.”
I wasn’t usually one to follow directions so well, but apparently I’d do just about anything for Gentry.
Even come on command.
“Oh, god,” I cried out. “Gentry…”
His finger at my clit sped up.
His cock pushed impossibly further.
“There it is,” he said, biting down lightly on my nipple.
I detonated.
There were no other words for what I’d done.
Tiny starbursts of lights danced behind my closed eyes.
My pussy clenched. My head went back. My neck strained. My chest heaved.
And then I realized that he wasn’t fucking me back.
He was letting me fuck him.
When my orgasm finally let me go, he said, “Hold on.”
Then I learned what it was like to be fucked.
Gentry threw me to my back as if I weighed nothing, then taught me the meaning.
He thrust into me hard, pulling back only far enough that he could slam back inside.
Over and over again, he slammed himself home inside of me.
Our skin slapped together. Our breathing was loud. My cries were louder.
Literally, I sounded like a wild animal as he rode me to yet another orgasm.
By the time he was coming himself, I lay limply on the bed like a starfish.
“You okay, Herb?”
My breathing was ragged, and I was staring at the ceiling of his room in the clubhouse, wondering if I would ever be okay again.
I didn’t think so.
By the time we made it back outside, I was in leggings, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and one of Gentry’s sweatshirts.
I was glad it was so long.
I almost felt like if anyone could see my nether region, they might realize that it’d never be the same again. I felt like I was a different person, too. Like I was this new woman who had seen the light.