Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
"Look at you, so soft and open for me." I slow my pace and remove my finger from her back entrance. I pull out of her and tease the head of my cock at her other hole. "Gonna take you here, are you ready for me, sweet girl?"
I hear her moan in affirmation, but her body language speaks more of apprehension. She's scared, I can tell, her wide eyes fixed on my cock, hard and ready. I know she's unsure if I'll fit, if it'll feel good. I've got to go slow, make this good for her.
I feel her fists clutching the sheets as I gently press the head of my cock against her tight, virgin entrance. I swirl the tip, spreading her arousal, taking my time. Her body tenses as I start to push, a groan escaping her lips.
"It hurts..." she whimpers.
I still immediately, my hands running up her back, caressing her soft skin.
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, my voice gentle.
"I... no, it hurts, but I like it..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible. I tighten my hands around her waist, holding her steady.
"Fuck, baby," I murmur, using my hands to relax her, caressing her backside slowly, lovingly. I feel her body relaxing, her muscles unclenching, her breaths evening out.
I knead the flesh of her ass, feeling her body adjust to me. Finally, I breach the tight muscle, seating myself inside her. I feel her pleasure, her body loosening, accepting me.
"Fuck, babe. So fucking tight. I need to go slow, but I don't know if I can," I grit out, my palms sliding over her skin, relaxing her as I slowly push deeper. I stop, taking deep breaths, kneading her ass cheeks before rocking in and out gently. A low moan escapes her throat as she throws her head back. I can tell she's feeling it too, the mix of pain and pleasure, the sense of fullness.
"Fuck, you do make me crazy, you know that, right?" I murmur, fisting one hand in her hair, giving it a soft yank.
"Yes," she moans. "Please. Harder, faster, anything."
I can feel her need, her body quivering with want. She's craving the release I can give her. "Baby," I push in a little deeper, "so fucking hot and tight."
I brace myself at her hip and settle into a deliberate, steady rhythm, feeling her warmth envelope me completely. Each slow thrust grounds me, and instead of intimidation, a fierce devotion swells in my chest—I crave every second of this.
“Harder,” she whispers, her voice low and yearning. I lean in, guiding one hand under her, the other slipping between us to cup my own balls. Her slippery fingers close around them, rolling me gently. A deep groan rips from my throat, and I find myself moving in and out faster, driven by the delicious friction she creates.
“I fucking can’t get enough of you. Feels so good, so right, goddamn perfect,” I murmur between thrusts, one arm tightening around her waist while my thumb circles her swollen clit. Waves of her pleasure pulse through me—every pulse sending shockwaves back into my core. I watch her body grow limp, her eyelids fluttering as a soft moan escapes her lips. Her legs turn to jelly, and I support her at the hip. She folds forward, arms splayed across the sheets, head resting on the mattress. Her whimpers fuel me, igniting a final, roaring crescendo.
My fingers dig lightly into her ass as my body tenses. I feel the taut release knotting in my balls, and with one last shuddering thrust I spill inside her. My chest rises and falls against her back as I come down from the high, the rhythmic pumping slowing until I finally collapse across her spine.
I trail gentle kisses down her shoulder blades, my hands smoothing over her skin, leaving goosebumps in my wake. The afterglow hums between us in warm, pulsating waves. She sighs and curves into my touch, a small, content smile on her lips.
“I want to hold you for the next three days,” I whisper in her ear, voice thick with longing, “to make love to you over and over again.” Then I ease out, savoring the soft friction of my cock sliding from her back entrance one last time. I wince at the tingle—proof of how perfectly she’s claimed me.
I pull her close, tucking her beneath my arm. My nose finds her hair, inhaling that spicy, piney scent I’ve come to adore. Heat radiates from her back into mine, every inch of her pressed against me.
By moonlight, I watch her hand drift down my chiseled abs. The silver glow catches the delicate ring glinting on her finger. She bites her lip, eyes soft. “Sometimes I think you’re crazy,” she murmurs.
I slide my hand over hers, pressing it to my lips. “When it’s right, it’s right, baby,” I say. “I’m not spending another night without you—call me spoiled.”