Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
It’s so fucking hot. My pussy throbs as I slide my hand down his firm abdomen, gripping his cock and tugging. He breaks away from my mouth, kissing along my jaw, then trailing his lips down my neck.
He lets go and shifts off me just long enough to kick off his pants, then finally, we’re both naked.
He bends to kiss my breasts on his way back over me, his tongue dragging across my nipples, hot and wet. His hand follows, stimulating as it brushes over them, cupping and squeezing, then he tugs my nipples, and I gasp, arching off the mattress, the shock of pleasure shooting straight to my pussy.
“You like that, baby?”
His hand slides down my stomach as he asks, then settles between my thighs.
My pussy throbs as he grips my inner thigh, pushing so my legs spread wider. He guides his hard cock to my entrance, and as he pushes into me, he grabs my wrists, raising them over my head and pinning them there.
I moan as he sinks deeper into my pussy, barely noticing the demand for my vulnerability. My back arches, my body stretched and filled, and Tor grabs my hip with his free hand, holding me steady as he drives all the way into me.
He forgot to put a condom on, but right now, I don’t care. I can feel the pull of his skin stretching me around him as he moves. I try not to tense at the discomfort, but he seems to notice me struggling. Pausing with his cock all the way inside me, he gives my body time to adjust as it tries to squeeze him back out.
“Fuck,” he breathes, moving ever so slightly.
I’m so full of him. His hand slides up, and he palms my tit, pinching the nipple between his fingers and tugging harder.
I gasp, another shuddering thrill going straight to my pussy.
Tor smiles, then does it again to the other one.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my body writhing. “You can move. Please move. I need you to move inside me.”
It’s the only green light he needs.
He continues to tease and tenderly torment my nipples as he finally moves inside me, and the tension this combination of touches creates is so intense, I can hardly breathe, and my thighs shake. Tor releases my wrists, reaching his hand down between us and rubbing my clit.
It’s too much too fast.
I cry out sharply, wrapping my arms around him, squeezing my eyes closed, but it’s no use fighting. I can’t hold on. My hips pull back as a tremor of pleasure breaks loose inside me, shuddering through my body and weakening every muscle. I cry out, I pant, I sigh, my body going limp in the aftermath, but Tor is just getting started.
He grabs both my hips, lifting me. I don’t do a thing to help him, but he doesn’t need me to. He holds my hips still and slides his cock back until it’s nearly pushed out of me, then he shoves back in with one hard thrust. My pussy doesn’t fight him so hard since I just came, but I can still feel the squeeze, and I can tell he can too by the way he groans.
My body is relaxed now, but it’s not long before that tension builds all over again—and builds differently. His cock moves in and out of me relentlessly. It drives me wild—the friction, the touches, the sound of him pounding into my wet pussy, the sight of his muscles going taut from how much he enjoys using my body…
I’m writhing again, my head thrown back, helpless noises emanating from my throat as his hand grazes it, the tension winding tight like my hair wraps around his fist.
Tor pulls his cock out of me before I can get there again, and the disappointment is so sharp, I swear I could die.
But then he grabs my hips, lifting and turning me until I’m on my hands and knees. He presses on my upper back so I lower myself until my breasts touch the mattress.
I’ve been in this position before, so I know to keep my ass up. He runs his hand over it approvingly, squeezing my flesh to remind me who it belongs to, then uses his fingers to spread my pussy open. At the sound of foil tearing, I feel a pinch of relief that he did remember the condom. He just waited to put it on.
As he sinks back into me, I sigh with pleasure, my eyes drifting closed. There’s no pull this time. No discomfort. He fucks me differently from this angle—with short, forceful strokes, his hips slam against my ass with every thrust. My tits jiggle, and as he picks up the pace, I grope at the bedding, trying to find something to hold on to. He smacks my ass, and I gasp in surprise. Then he drives in hard, and my thighs quiver, a long moan slipping out of me.