Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
But I’m not ready to be done playing with her.
So I gather my cum on my thick middle finger and slide down the middle of her cum-drenched cunt then down further—to her ass.
I slip fingers from my other inside her pussy, watching her face the whole time as my back fingers start to probe at her ass.
She lets me have her ass when she’s awake, it’s true, but it’s different like this, when she’s passed out.
Her muscles are totally loose, and I don’t have to fight the usual war to work my middle finger up her backside.
I slip the fingers I had in her cunt out so I can stretch over to my nightstand for my phone.
Grinning deviously, I snap several satisfying shots of her messy cum-spattered cunt, my middle finger speared to the knuckle up her ass.
My half-hard cock twitches in satisfaction.
That’s right. Let me in deeper.
I massage my cum into her cunt like it’s lotion, using my two middle fingers to push it up inside her cunt while my other hand stretches her ass out. Pressing my hands together, I feel her thin wall and her hips shift into my hand, another small moan escaping her throat.
Fuck.
How long until I can get hard again? I wonder.
At least fifteen minutes, probably.
How stretched and loose can I get her ass in fifteen minutes, while keeping her unconscious?
Three fingers worth, it turns out.
I’m watching the clock, and gently stretching circles in her ass with my fingers, adding spit and inserting another finger every five minutes.
By the end of the fifteen minutes, I’m definitely hard again.
I’m going to fuck every hole while she’s passed out. Her body is mine, and I’m going to prove it, whether she’s awake or asleep.
She’s totally loose to me, legs spread, asshole gaping when I pull my fingers out. Ready for my cock.
I lube my thick cock up before I nudge at her back entrance, breathing hard again.
My thumb rolls at her swollen clit I’ve been playing with on and off the last twenty minutes as I press the tip of my cock to her much tighter back hole.
When I thrust forward, I don’t feel the usual resistance of her clenching in anticipation of the sting—only the tension of her hole’s tight circumference.
Holy shit. Am I really doing this? Fucking her ass while she’s completely passed out?
I watch her face, looking for the signs of pain that usually excite me. But apart from a slight shift of her head against the pillow, there’s nothing.
I hold her hips in place and pull her toward me as I push in deeper to the glove of her tight little ass.
I’m clenched and so controlled as I pull out and push back into her exquisite flesh, almost completely sheathed by her. I know I’m long, and usually we’re too frantic and fast for me to completely bottom out in her, but what if—
I press to get deeper, and for a moment there’s resistance until finally—my cock slips that last little bit to seat completely inside her, balls totally flush with her ass.
And it’s right then that her eyes fly open with a gasp of shock and she clenches every muscle in her ass around me like a vise.
“Donny!” she cries.
THIRTY-ONE
MADS
I wake back up to this world to a rush of pain lighting up my spine only to find Domhn balls deep in my ass.
I have no idea where we are—or how long it’s fucking been since I’ve last been let out. Last I knew, I was running away for Donny’s own good, and now his hair is an inch longer, and oh yeah, he’s fucking me in the ass more deeply than I knew was even fucking possible.
Mmmm. Ohhh, god.
I arch my back and wrap my legs around his back, relishing the weight and feel of him stuffing me so full.
“Fingers,” I demand.
First things first.
His fingers immediately come to my clit.
Oh! Fuck! I’m so sensitive.
God, that’s good. So beyond good.
“Inside me, too,” I pant, already on the edge of coming, and I can tell it won’t be my first orgasm of the night. Since when has Anna been able to fuck Domhn? The thought makes me furious, but then other memories start to drip in as I dig at the wall between us.
That little bitch tried to get rid of me!
Fucking whore!
“Oh god, Donny, give it to me harder,” I cry.
But my words somehow flip some opposite switch. Domhnall freezes above me, eyes dark in the moonlit room.
“What?”
“You haven’t called me Donny in forever.”
I glare up at him. “I’ll call you whatever you want me too if you’ll finish fucking my ass and give me the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my goddamned life. Now are you gonna choke me, too, or fucking what?”
His gaze softens, and a wicked smile takes over his face.