Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I moved my hands to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button free. “Off,” I commanded softly, and he smiled, moving from the bed to shed them along with his boxers.
I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me at the sight of him fully naked. He was proportional in every way, impressive and intimidating. Instead of calling a halt or pulling things back slightly, I found my mouth watering for a taste.
As if sensing my thoughts, Tiny knelt on the bed, keeping a small distance between us. “We go at your pace,” he said. “Always.”
That simple promise unraveled something in me. I stood, shedding my remaining clothes. There was a strangely powerful feeling in my nakedness as his hungry gaze took me in. I placed my hands on his chest and guided him back to the bed. When the backs of his knees reached the mattress, I pushed gently. He went willingly, lying back against the pillows, his gaze never leaving mine as I climbed over him, straddling his waist.
He found my hips with his strong hands, the calluses on his palms an erotic abrasion against my skin. I leaned down to kiss him, my hair falling around us like a curtain. His beard tickled my skin as our mouths met. Slowly, I rocked against his cock, my clit sliding over the thick base with each thrust of my hips. His cock pulsed in readiness beneath me. My pussy responded eagerly, wet and ready for him in a way I’d never experienced. He hadn’t done more than cover my breast with his big hand and look at me like I was the most beautiful, most precious thing in his world. I experienced genuine desire. The need to get some kind of physical release I knew would fundamentally change who I was forever.
“You’re in control here,” he murmured against my lips. “We don’t do anything you don’t want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Tiny. I think I need it.”
“There should be condoms in the nightstand. I’ve never had unprotected sex and… well, no one was foolish enough to try and make me his bitch in prison, but this first time, since we haven’t talked about it…”
I barked out an unexpected laugh. “Yeah. No life-changing decisions on the spur of the moment.”
I stretched to open the nightstand drawer. Sure enough, an unopened box of condoms lay inside. Once I had the box opened, I pulled out a packet and opened it, moving back to rest on his upper thighs as I rolled the thin barrier over his cock. Then I shifted higher up on his body to straddle his hips once more. Reaching between us, I guided him to my entrance and slowly sank down onto him. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but not painful. My eyes fluttered shut as I took him fully inside me, my body adjusting to his size. His hands on my hips remained steady, not pushing, not pulling, just supporting.
I set a slow pace at first, rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Tiny watched me with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged but controlled. Every time I moved, his fingers tightened slightly on my hips, then relaxed, as if he was reminding himself to let me lead.
The sensation built slowly, like waves lapping at a shore. I leaned forward, changing the angle, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me. “Oh,” I gasped, surprised by the intensity.
“Good?” he asked, his voice as strained as mine sounded.
I nodded, increasing my pace slightly. The feeling of control, of setting the rhythm, of seeing this powerful man yielding to me… The experience was intoxicating.
As my pleasure grew, my movements got faster. I rose and fell, snapping my hips forward as I leaned over him. I braced my hands on his chest as I continued to fuck him as best I could. I had experience with sex, but never in a dominant position.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” Tiny kept pace with me. His voice was strained and the veins stood out in his neck. His hold on my hips was firm but gentle.
I nearly sobbed with relief. “I need to come, but I can’t!”
He gave me a startled laugh but held my hips still. “I can help with that, but I’m gonna need a second. Otherwise, I’m gonna come before you and that ain’t fuckin’ happening.”
I smiled down at him. “I should probably be embarrassed and maybe that will come later. But I…” I bit my lip as I trailed off. “OK, maybe I am embarrassed.”
Tiny pulled me back down for another slow, gentle kiss. One filled with longing and hunger to match my own. “How many times has a man actually made you come? And don’t tell me you don’t know because I know you do.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. “None.”