Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
She’s tight, and I’m not a small man, and I never want to hurt her.
But within just a few seconds, she’s moaning and reaching back for me again, urging me on, whispering, “More, please. I can take more. I can take everything, please, I—” She breaks off with a gasp as I shove in sharp and deep, her voice breaking as I pull back. “Yes, like that. God, Grammercy, yes. Take me like you can’t hold back. Like you need me too much.”
“I do need you, Elly. Fuck, I need you so much. You have no idea, baby.” I set a brutal pace, my hips slamming forward as I give her the no-holds-barred fucking she needs. I reach down, sliding a hand between her legs to hold her in place as I intensify my onslaught, grinding my fingers into her clit with every thrust.
“Oh, yes. Yes,” she gasps as her pussy grips me like a silky fist. Her slickness is dripping down my thighs by the time she shatters with a scream, her pussy convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her.
She comes so hard, so sweet, that I nearly lose it, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I need more of this wild, abandoned Elly who tells me exactly what she needs.
I grit my teeth and hold on, riding out her orgasm with her, until she’s panting in my arms. Before the tension fully leaves her body, I pull out, flipping her onto her back with a swiftness that makes her gasp, making no effort to hide how much I need to be on top of her now.
“Need to watch you this time,” I grunt as her legs fall open, her body still ready for me.
“Again?” Her eyes flash as she watches me grip the base of my dick. “Oh, you didn’t…”
“No,” I assure her, jaw clenching at the sight of her all swollen and glowing from taking me from behind. “No, I didn’t.” I sink back into her in one smooth motion, groaning with relief. It’s like coming home after years in a cold, heartless land, being wrapped up in her molten pussy again.
Thirty seconds away was way too long.
“I needed more of you, chère,” I murmur as I grip her thighs, using my hands for traction to pull her closer at the end of every slow, deep thrust. “I’m never going to get enough.”
“Good,” she says, holding my gaze as she arches her back, meeting me halfway. “Because I’m never going to get tired of you buried inside me, filling every inch.” Her throat works and her lashes flutter as she adds, “God, baby, you’re so thick. There’s no room for anything but you. I love it so much.”
I want to say, ‘And I love you,’ but I kiss her instead, capturing her mouth in a filthy kiss as I give her every piece of me.
This isn’t just about the excitement of dirty talk and increasing comfort with a new lover. This is about the fact that it’s Elly saying these things, feeling these things, giving me her trust, letting me in.
Fuck, I’m in…so deep, moving faster, my thrusts growing more erratic. I can feel the wave building, pressure coiling low in my gut.
Then Elly calls my name as her pussy locks around me again, and I’m gone. I bury myself as deep as I can get in her sweetness and let go, my cock throbbing as I come inside her with a cry I muffle as best I can in the mattress beside her head.
But fuck, it’s so intense, an almost feral bliss that lifts me up and turns me inside out, shaking me between its jaws before it’s done with me.
Finally, when I’m capable of controlling my limbs again, I press a kiss to her temple and pull out, collapsing beside her.
“We’re messy,” she murmurs as I draw her close. “Especially me.”
“Don’t care,” I say, cuddling her to my side. “I like being messy with you. Slide that sexy thigh over mine and let me feel all the mess in that sweet pussy.”
She lets out a soft laugh. “Ew.”
“Too gross?” I ask, smiling at the ceiling, feeling just right with her beside me, mess and all.
“No. Just gross enough.” She kisses my chest before adding in a softer voice, “That was so good. I’ve never been so…honest. About what I want. Thanks for making it so easy.”
I turn, meeting her gaze as she pushes up on one arm. “I always want to make it easy, baby. And I always want to give you what you want.”
She sighs, uncertainty flickering across her face. “How is this possible? That it’s so easy? So fast?”
The question reminds me… “I never told you what Mama said on her way out. She said we were ‘well found.’ It means we’re perfect for each other in French, but I sort of think ‘well found’ is even better. It feels like this…like it was always out there, waiting for us. We just had to find each other.”