Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
She floods my face, mouth, down my neck—hot, surprising, uncontrolled. Her whole body locks up, like a live wire, muscles drawn tight with impossible tension.
"Oh my god," she gasps, voice cracking. Another rush follows. Her thighs clamp around my head and she starts to shake, her hips jerking in confused rhythm. "I—I think I just... Cade!"
I don’t stop. I slow down, lapping gently, anchoring her as she rides out the flood. My hands hold her steady as her body loses all grace and control. Liquid slicks down my cheeks, my jaw, soaking me. She's panting like she’s been running. Dazed. Unraveled.
"That was... female ejaculation," she breathes, half in shock, half in awe. "I read about it but I thought it was—"
"Rare? Mythical? Fake porn science?" I murmur against her inner thigh. "Nope. Very real. Very hot. And you're fucking magnificent."
She looks down at me, wide-eyed, a little horrified. "I just—got you completely wet. Like. Everything."
"Soak me," I say, licking the last taste of her from my lips. "Every time. I want it messy. I want all of it. That? That was better than any goddamn fantasy I've ever had."
Her breathing is uneven, but she grins. Barely.
"Academically speaking," she mumbles, collapsing forward, "I may require a peer-reviewed follow-up."
"You’ll get one," I promise, easing her back down to the blankets. "Every time you ask."
I guide her down, kissing the inside of her knee as I shift her to the blankets. Her breathing is shallow, but she’s glowing.
"I can read you," I say. "You’re ready.”
“Missionary, right?” She asks, eyes glazed. “Research says it’s the easier angle for first time. Less risk of tearing."
I blink. "Marley. Stop quoting WebMD."
She laughs, then gasps when I run my fingers over her slick heat.
She looks up at me, serious now. "I want it. All of it."
I nod. The warmth of her cunt against my cock is fucking perfect. Damp, pulsing, velvet-soft. I pause.
"You okay?"
She nods, her breath catching. "Yeah. Just… go slow. No, I mean, fast. Like tearing off a Band-Aid. I think fast pain is better than slow. I should have done more research, I’m not sure--"
“Jesus, baby. So sexy. Talk nerdy to me.”
I grit my teeth as I push forward, easing into her by fractions. Her resistance is gone in the first push, making her wince as I pause, more for my own sanity than hers because it feels so fucking good, I’m about to lose my mind.
The first inch nearly undoes me. My jaw locks. Muscles seize along my back. My hands clench into fists, jaw tight as I keep from driving forward. Her gasp rips through the quiet room, sharp and startled, her hands flying to my biceps.
“Open wider” I growl through my teeth. “You’re so fucking small. I need all the room I can get.”
Her legs twitch as she widens her knees. Her back arches under me, and I feel the quiver in her thighs where they tighten against my hips.
The walls creak as the wind howls as I fuck into her. The trees groan around us. Lightning snaps, throwing flickering light over her half lidded eyes. She looks like some wild forest nymph from my dreams.
"You’re doing so good," I murmur, the words coming out strangled. My voice is sandpaper. "So tight, baby. Breathe with me."
Her breath stutters. Then steadies.
I move another inch, and the pressure claws down my spine. I fight the full-body urge to take, to pump pump pump.
Sweat beads at the base of my neck. Every muscle in my thighs is drawn taut. I can feel a vein pulsing in my temple. Her walls are slick, clinging, resisting and yielding all at once.
She whimpers but nods again, threading her fingers through my hair. Her nails dig in just slightly. My grip shifts to her hip, grounding myself in the small, living details of her: the tremble of her belly, the sound of her breath, the shocked flicker in her eyes.
I press my forehead to hers. My whole body is shaking with restraint.
"God, Marley. You feel... unreal."
"It’s intense," she whispers, voice thin. "Like I’m being changed. A hypothesis being proven."
I laugh softly—more a rasp than a sound—cupping her cheek. "Best academic metaphor I’ve ever heard."
She smiles, breath hitching again as I bottom out. My thighs cramp from holding still. My jaw aches from the pressure of keeping everything controlled. She's hot, wet silk around me, and I can feel every inch of her flutter in real time. She gasps again, adjusting to the stretch.
"That’s… all of it?" she asks.
"All of me," I manage, my voice nothing but gravel.
She tests a slow, careful roll of her hips. My entire body jerks in response. I bite back a groan that threatens to crack my ribs.
She blinks up at me, astonished. "Good. Really good. Ouch, but still, weird-good."
She’s losing her overthinking. Just feeling it as I begin to move. Controlled thrusts, shallow and patient. Her body opens to me inch by inch as the thunder shudders through the earth, learning the shape of me, responding with shivers and gasps.