Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“That’s so good.” He sucks in a harsh breath. “Again.”
I try taking more of him this time and his loud groans fill the room.
A gold, foil square nudges my hand. “Put this on me. I want to see your tits bounce while you ride my cock. Now.”
I moan around him and keep teasing my tongue against the underside of his cock while I rip into the foil.
Once he’s sheathed, I wiggle out of my shorts but when I try to take my tank top off the rest of the way, he stops me.
“Leave it like that and come here.” He helps me straddle his body and pulls me flat against him. “That’s it. Kiss me for a minute.”
Our lips meet and tongues slide together. I don’t even care about morning breath or anything else. I’m focused on the humming sounds coming from his throat every time our tongues touch and the delicious friction from his cock grazing and sliding against me.
He reaches between us, holding himself steady. I have to sit up, find the right position. He pushes against me. I close my eyes and moan as he slowly fills me.
“Nice and slow,” he warns.
Feeling greedy, I ease the rest of the way down, sighing at the delicious stretching sensation.
“That’s so good,” I whisper.
“Show me how much you like my cock filling your pussy first thing in the morning.”
I wiggle my hips, lift my hips, then ease down again. “A lot. I like it a lot,” I whisper.
“Lean back,” he urges.
I arch and rest my hands on his thighs.
“Yeah,” he whispers and cups my breasts. “That’s what I wanted to see. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He settles his hands at my waist. “Move your hips.”
“So bossy this morning.”
He chuckles, low and devious. “Only this morning?” His thumb presses against my clit, moving in slow circles.
“Ah.” My breath catches. “I like it. Your demanding side,” I whisper in between choppy breaths.
I roll my hips, seeking the deep throbbing sensation that will send me over the edge. I’m like an addict chasing a high. Except, every time with him seems better than the last. A revelation. Under his intense stare and full of his worshipful words, I feel so good. So right.
Sweat mists my skin by the time the familiar tingle rushes through me again. My eyes roll back, and he urges me to move faster. This orgasm builds quickly and hits hard.
“That’s my girl,” he encourages. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good. Come for me.” His hands cup my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples.
Breathless, I slow my movements.
And then my world flips. He pushes me to the mattress and sits back on his knees, hooking his arms under my thighs.
“Yes,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He thrusts into me at a relentless pace. I squirm and try to adjust, the new angle feeling…interesting.
He lowers my legs and slows his movements. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” My face pinches into a frown as I try to find the right word to describe it. “It’s intense. But good.”
“Intense. Hmmm.” He brings his thumb to my clit, slowly rubbing. “Good intense? Not great?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “That’s good. Right there.”
He lets out a feral grunt and maintains the exact rhythm and pace.
“Do you have any toys?” he asks, glancing at my dresser, his thumb still working circles around my clit.
“No, why?” I gasp.
He lifts his hips, hitting me at a different angle or deeper, dragging his cock over the spot that makes my legs tremble.
I let out a sharp scream and clamp my hand over my mouth.
His lips curve into a wicked smirk. “I’d like to hold a wand to you right here.” He applies more pressure to my clit and my eyes roll back from the sharp pleasure. “While I’m fucking you just like this.” He thrusts extra hard to paint me a vivid picture.
My soul’s ready to leave my body from the excruciating bliss and he wants to add more sensations?
“I don’t think. It’s necessary.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh my God.”
“Not necessary. But fun.”
I dig my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips and using the leverage to grind myself against him.
“Yes,” he groans. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
A raw, guttural groan tears from his chest. His hips change rhythm, snapping against me faster and faster as he chases his release.
Then I’m falling off a cliff with him.
Jigsaw
Heart beating at a rapid clip, I thrust one last time. White sears my vision and blood rushes through my ears, dulling every sound but our heavy breathing.
My legs are like jelly as I pull out and collapse over her body. I rest my head on her chest, her heart thudding beneath my ear. She runs her fingers through my hair. Why does every orgasm with this woman shatter my entire universe?