Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I’m alive. I’m proud. I’m me. And I never, ever want to let the energy leave me. Not for anything.
He grips my hips tight as he slams me fast, and I’m glad about that because I’m losing my own grip on the lion’s mane as well as my mind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he fucks my burning ass, his balls slapping off my needy cunt with every thrust.
I feel the size of him deep inside, feel the orgasm building with every slap of his balls against my clit and I’m in heaven, singing my own filthy tune in moans and groans as he keeps on slamming.
And then he’s coming with a roar and that pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rolling through me as he empties his balls, slam after slam after glorious slam.
One last loud “FUCKKK!” as he slams me deep and I can feel the spasm of his cock and it’s incredible. Truly incredible.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, when he helps me down in the aftermath, both of us giddy with post orgasm adrenaline.
He wraps his tatted arm around my shoulders and squeezes me tight as we walk back to the front door. We’re like a couple of teenagers, both singing the lyrics to Roar.
More De Chante for us when we’re back inside.
“What’s next on the agenda?” I ask as we stand naked at the bar, glugging champagne like it’s water.
He winks. “Time to get warmed up,” he says, and knocks back the rest of his champagne. “Drink up.”
I follow suit, knock back the rest of my drink and he takes my hand and leads me back into the foyer and to another door.
I feel the heat as soon as he opens the door.
This room is small, cozy, square in shape, curtains drawn at the only window. There’s a magnificent fireplace, decorated with snakes and vines, and the fire is aglow, logs burning.
I wonder when he found time to light a fire then realise it’s not real, even though it looks so realistic.
My rock god guides me to the thick white rug in front of the fire, throws some cushions down from the huge couch, and lies down on his back.
“Ride me,” he says. “Show me what that pretty cunt is capable of.”
It doesn’t seem to matter that we’re both still wet, and scuffed, and my ass is dribbling cum.
I get between his legs and suck him back to hardness, using my tits as well, pushing them together so he can fuck them and my mouth at the same time.
“Up, babe,” he says and folds his arms behind his head. “Cowgirl time.”
I grin. “Yee-ha!” I say and get to my feet to straddle him.
“I know this ain’t your first rodeo,” he says as I lower myself onto his dick. “But just so you know, I like it hard and fast.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I tell him and start off slow, real slow.
“Fucking tease,” he says, bucking into me.
“Whoa.” I place a hand on his chest. “Easy, cowboy. Gotta break you in, you know?”
He grins back at me and bucks some more. “Fuck me, Ella.”
And so I do. I ride him like the unruly stallion he truly is, and I’m panting breathless at the frantic pace.
“Fucking go for it, baby,” he says, fucking back into me.
With the heat from the fire and heat from the passion and champagne whizzing through my veins, I’m in cowgirl heaven, fucking my rockstar god, tits bouncing so hard it fucking hurts.
“Come here,” he says reaching out for me and I stop bouncing and collapse into his arms.
He holds me tight and pistons his hips so fast I’m a juddering wreck as he unloads, smacking into me until he’s done.
“I like Ella a lot,” he says, stroking my hair as we lie side by side on the rug that feels like a cloud. “Shame she’s got a boyfriend.”
His words send a shiver through me. I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing.
“We don’t have much time left,” he says. “Wanna know what I really like?”
“Yeah,” I say, running my fingers over his abs. “Tell me.”
“Let me get us a pick-me-up, then I’ll show you.”
Vinnie gets to his feet, and I watch his sweet ass as he leaves the room. I hope he’s not fetching coke. Now way am I getting into that shit, no matter his rock god status.
But I needn’t have worried. He comes back with the ice bucket, loaded with tins of Red Bull.
I’m grateful for the energy hit as we both glug a can and he tells me what he really likes.
And it’s an absolute pleasure to get him on all fours and give his ass the ice cube treatment.
I dig my tongue in and eat him out as I play with his dick.