Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I wasn’t going to last, not after experiencing visual foreplay for the last two days, not when her pussy was so damn good and tight, not when she worshipped my dick like it was a god. I did my best to fight it, but it was a lot harder to fight bare pussy than latex pussy.
She read my tells like she’d known them for months rather than a single night. Her hand went to my ass, and she started to tug me into her. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
No man on the planet could hold their load after that. My hips bucked hard, and I drilled her into the mattress with a surge of strength that came out of nowhere. I didn’t have unfulfilled fantasies, but now, I felt like I’d finally gotten to fuck the woman I’d wanted all my life. I came with a groan, with fire up my spine, with pleasure so potent it was momentarily painful. I dumped my seed inside her with a moan that ripped from my throat. My pumps became sporadic, and I released it all within her, getting turned on again as I released because I’d never creamed pussy before. I was either wrapped tight or I pulled out. But every bone in my body was desperate to fill that pussy with every drop.
I came to a stop, my dick still rock hard inside her because one go wasn’t enough.
“Wow.” She rocked her hips, grinding against my hard dick as it soaked in my own come. Then she rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, my dick acting as a plug for all the seed she carried. She planted her palm against my chest and started to ride me, rolling her hips in a sexy dance, her core tight from the muscles that flexed.
I propped myself on my elbows and watched, one of my hands gripping her hip. My eyes closed briefly because it felt so damn good, impossible to describe, just the best fucking pussy I’d ever had.
She leaned into me as she continued to roll her hips, and her lips caught mine. She kissed me as she continued to sheathe my long dick, my come easing some of the friction between us. Her clit dragged against my pelvic bone as she kissed me, kissed me with the same passion we’d had at the start of this evening.
Then I felt her tighten around me as she started to come, her lips trembling against mine.
I felt my dick harden in response, wanting to release again when I felt her pussy erupt like a geyser.
She abandoned the kiss as she rode me harder, moaning and whimpering, eyes filling with tears. Then her hips started to buck uncontrollably, and she came all over me, her moans high-pitched, like small screams.
I gripped her hips and thrust up, coming inside her as she rode her high, beautiful tears streaking down her cheeks like liquid diamonds.
“Yes…Luca.” She said my name like it was the gospel. Her hair cascaded down her body, and she rolled her head back like it was the best dick she’d ever ridden.
“Fuck.” My cock finished its second release, but the friction between our bodies was still so damn good. I loved the touch of her skin, the scent of her sweat, the wave of pleasure that felt like a tsunami inside my chest.
She slowed then came to a stop, a cowgirl mounted on her horse for an easy ride. Her green eyes were so luminous, held such a deep affection whenever she looked at me. It was hard to believe our conversations were so combative when our fucking was so smooth. She leaned down over me again, her hair grazing my chest, and planted her lips against mine for a kiss. A kiss that was slow but packed with purpose and intention.
She pulled away and then left my dick, making it drop against my stomach as she got off the bed. She bent over right in front of me to grab her thong off the floor. She took her time pulling it on before she gracefully walked out of my bedroom. Didn’t look back at me. Didn’t say a word.
I continued to lie there, her cream built up under the head of my dick and at the base of my shaft, staring at the last place I’d seen her before she was gone from my sight.
8
ALIÉNOR
The bags under my eyes were now a distant memory. I slept every night like a kid who didn’t have a single worry in the world. I didn’t have to fight to fall asleep, and every morning was accompanied by a breakfast spread that felt like a Sunday brunch. I kept myself busy looking through job listings, and since I wasn’t about to go hungry or homeless, I could take my time and try to find something that was somewhat tolerable.