Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“That’s exactly how I want you.” I step closer to her, just out of reach. My fingertips slid up the back of one thigh. “Spread, Millie.” She does what I demand, so willing when I take her body with mine. I slide the tips of my fingers higher, coating them along the way until I’m right at her clit, fluttering them along her slit. Her body undulates. It has her reaching for more, going to the tips of her toes, searching for my fingers. The only reason I pull away is to deal with my belt.
“Ezra, hurry.” She’s always so ready and needy for my cock. I’m going to take my time with her tonight. Usually, I’d have her thighs wrapped around my head, eating until I’ve had my fill of her.
“Are you sure? I’m not going to go slow once I get inside of you,” I tell her as I pull the condom out of my pocket. I keep a stash handy everywhere—my bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and one on me at all times. Even with Millie being on birth control, I’m not willing to take that chance. I’m not at a place where children are anywhere near my future, if ever.
“I’m positive. Now get inside me.” I slide the button through the whole, the rasp of the zipper giving away what I’m doing. That’s when Millie looks over her shoulder, observing as my length comes into view. She licks her lips, and I remember exactly how she likes to suck me.
“Remember, Millie, you asked for it.” I don’t bother taking my pants the rest of the way off, just pull them down far enough to not restrain me. My hand wraps around my cock, the fabric of my pants rasping along the back of her thighs as I rub the fat tip of my dick along her drenched folds, waiting for her to respond.
“Damn it, Ezra, fuck me.” I pull my hand away, grab both sides of her hips, and slam all the way inside her with one powerful thrust. Millie’s cunt ripples around me. I can feel it through the latex separating me from feeling her completely. Some days, I curse myself over the fact that having children, or a wife, will never be a part of my future, but it’s a necessary evil. Instead, I focus on not coming.
“Fuck, Millie, don’t do that again.” The clenching and unclenching of her tightness attempts to suck the willpower right out of me. I slowly slide out, the sensations taking root. My hands slide from her hips toward the front of Millie’s body, one hand moving toward her clit, and as much as I’d like to take my time with her, that won’t be happening this time around. Maybe the next round.
“Don’t do this?” She moves her hips back while I’m sliding in and out, chasing my cock with her pussy. I swivel my hips as I work my way back inside her tightness, two fingers on either side of her clit working it while my other holds her tit, wanting as much of her in my hands as possible.
“Millicent.” Her full name comes out. Her body tightens, making my balls jerk. We both love it from behind—her because my balls slap against her, and me because I can control her even when she thinks I’m letting her take over. I already know how I’ll take her next—her straddling my lap, my body against the headboard as she rides me, her back toward me as I watch her ass shake with every upwards and downwards stroke.
“Ezra.” I know that tone of her voice. She’s on the edge. The one thing that will tip her over the edge is my ace in the hole, and I use it, dipping my legs, getting more momentum, using two fingers on her clit, rubbing it in a clockwise and then counterclockwise pattern.
“Get there, sweetness, now,” I demand, knowing that if she doesn’t come, I could potentially erupt before her, and that’s not something I ever want to happen. Millie always gets hers before I get mine, no other way about it. Well, unless she’s on her knees, my hands in her hair as I fuck her face, then all bets are off.
“Yes, Ezra, yes!” She explodes around me, her voice echoing through the entire bottom floor of my condo. Millie takes me over the edge in two more thrusts of my hips. I come inside the condom, and I don’t stay planted inside her long either. As much as it sucks to pull out of her, it’s better than fucking up. I pull out, holding the condom at the base of my cock.
“Do you need to stay there for a moment, or are you ready for round two in the bedroom?” I ask, noticing she’s not moving. Her hair is still in a messy bun on top of her head, a few pieces falling out here and there, head tucked against the arm of the couch, chest heaving.