Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
His moans heighten the ecstasy. There’s captivation in them, primal release, possession, obsession. If I had any doubts about what he said, they’re gone as I listen to his intent moaning. As the orgasm ends, he slows down, lying atop me so I can feel his muscles against my body.
Crazily, there are no nerves about his solid body against mine, no self-consciousness. Nothing. Was I really a virgin… however long ago? My head is light, a dreamy smile on my face.
“I need to see that juicy fucking ass,” he whispers urgently in my ear, “bouncing up and down for me.”
I almost don’t say it. It’s like the old Bonnie rises inside, the nervous virgin, but I’m done with that. I make the decision right here. He’s my man and I won’t silence myself.
“Don’t you want to spank me, too?”
He rewards my words with a deep moan, his breath against my neck.
“Bend over,” he says, pulling his cock out of my pussy.
It’s only when he’s gone, I realize how badly my body wants him back. I don’t know much about sex and multiple orgasms, but I’m sure I can do it again. I feel it deep within, the hungry pleasure, the need for a release.
“Nobody else,” he says fiercely, standing at the edge of the bed, “will ever see your ass. Your round, full, beautiful ass. Bend over just for me.”
I look over my shoulder. “Just for you.”
He gets closer and starts stroking his hands over my ass. Every inch of me is hot for him, wriggling against him. The virgin version of me has disappeared, and I can be sassy just like my man—my man—likes it.
“You better keep this ass nice and juicy for me.” He spanks me softly, more of a love tap, a tingling kiss of pleasure emanating from the point. “And these hips.”
He slides his hands to my hips. I shiver because I can feel it, the weighty head of his huge cock gliding up my inner thigh toward my entrance.
He stares at me with a tight jaw, his temples pulsing. I’m amazed. Proud, even. To Blake, the only man who matters, I’m irresistible.
“You’re going to cream on this dick again before we’re done,” he says, showing a flicker of the beast he was the first time.
Reaching back, I claw against his belly. The angle is awkward, and I can’t do it for long. His abs are hard and tense. He’s ready to crush his cock into me.
Be gentle, I almost say, but that’s the old Bonnie. That’s the Bonnie who thought she wanted to be a private detective, not an artist. This is art that we’re doing—the way our bodies are talking to each other.
He clutches my hips with more intent. Spirals of euphoria tease up both sides of my body. His touch is electrifying me, my pussy sore but throbbing warmly, my belly tingly, everything ready.
“Fuck me, Blake.”
He smirks, baring his teeth. He’s becoming the beast, confirmed when his hand comes down in a possessive spank.
“The way your ass bounces…”
There’s awe in his voice. I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanted, never believed it could be true. Not for me. Blake could have anybody, and he chose me. We chose each other.
His cock glides up to my clit. He pushes against me, grinding his slick head against that spot of soaring pleasure.
“Your pussy was made for me,” he growls. “I’ll never get tired of telling you that. It’s the truth. Remember it, Bonnie. If any other man touches you, he’s dead.”
His cock keeps teasing my clit. I’m trying to listen to his words, but the jolts of ecstasy are making it difficult. I’m almost vibrating against his cock, like he’s got me under complete control.
I’m his. I belong.
“Do you…”
He pushes against my clit, and I shift against him, moaning when he hits the perfect point.
Oh, please let this relationship never end. I know it won’t.
“Understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I don’t want anybody…”
I trail off with a moan as he slips up and into me. He fills me up straight away, grinding right up to his base. He’s groaning as if he can barely contain himself, his hands stroking over my ass like he’s worshipping it.
“Taking. Every. Inch.” He pushes even deeper, and I almost collapse forward. There’s too much swelling want between my legs with his cock pushed completely inside, tickling at that deep-within place.
He’s talking to my body, telling me we’re going to have kids. The future I only painted in my mind, but it’s going to happen.
He slips out slowly, forcing me to feel every tiny movement. Every shift in the pleasure, the near release. I sink back against him, and he growls in approval. I do it again, and he takes a shuddering breath.
“Your ass is bouncing for me.”
“It’s only yours.”
I keep bouncing as he crushes his powerful hips forward and grinds his cock deep. We rock together, my ass shifting as he leans down. He wraps his arm around me and starts massaging my breasts.