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)
Tor gets in bed naked. I followed him to his side, but he doesn’t seem to mind. As soon as he’s on the bed, he grabs my hand, tugging me close, then he gets a better grip and lifts me, pulling me on top of him. “Bring your sexy little ass over here.”
I laugh a little, spreading my legs to straddle him again. Our bodies are pressed together, me on top of him, and he’s gazing at me with a look in his eyes that makes me melt. He sees sides of me no one ever has before, and he can still look at me like that.
I slide my fingers through his hair, then lean in to softly kiss the corner of his mouth.
Tor’s hands find my ass. He gives it a squeeze, then uses my hips to grind my pussy against him.
My breath catches. Since he was in the bathroom with me, I did put on the thong, so there’s a scrap of material between my pussy and his cock, but it’s not much. He rubs me against him again, and I sigh with pleasure. I absolutely love the way he handles me.
Before long, I fall into the rhythm he starts me on, riding and grinding him. His cock is fully hard now, pushing against me. My eyes drift closed, jolts of electricity coursing through my body with the continued friction.
I’m breathing hard when Tor suddenly lets go of my hips. My movement stutters. Even though I picked up the rhythm, I liked him leading me in it.
Then I see he’s only stopped so he can reach over into his nightstand for a condom. “Get those panties off,” he tells me.
I don’t have to be told twice.
“You want me to stay on top?” I ask, shifting my weight as I drag the panties off.
“Hell yes I do.”
His enthusiasm makes me grin, and I actually love this position too, so I’m not complaining.
As soon as he gets the condom rolled on, his hands are back on my hips, but like when I started sucking him on the boat, he gives me a minute to play first. I was restrained when he entered me out there, so I didn’t have use of my hands. Now that I do, I reach down and grab his cock, guiding him to my entrance myself this time.
The condom adds a different layer to things. I know I’m the one who insisted on it—for practicality’s sake—but it didn’t occur to me until this moment as I rub the lubed-up condom along my slit…
The last time someone fucked me with a condom on was the night I was raped. Sure, technically Tor put one on the night Tim was murdered, but that “wasn’t really sex” and we were in a rush just legitimizing our alibi, so it didn’t register.
This does.
I swallow, debating changing my mind and telling him to take it off, but it’s too reckless. Maybe I’ll look into birth control tomorrow so we don’t have to use these for much longer, but for tonight… we need to be safe.
“You okay?”
My gaze jumps to his handsome face. I force a little smile and nod, fitting the head of his cock just inside me.
Pushing away those ugly stray thoughts of anything but us and this moment, I sink down onto Tor’s cock. He fills me inch by inch, stretching me as I take him deeper. When I get him all the way inside me, I stop for a second, soaking up the feeling of just sitting completely on his cock.
Then I start to move.
As I do, I start to moan, and the noisier I am, the firmer Tor’s grip gets on my hips. I’m so glad we have this house to ourselves because I don’t want to be quiet. I arch back a bit, grabbing his thighs behind me for balance. One of Tor’s hands finally leaves my hip so he can touch my tits, jutting out in this position, barely contained by the flimsy lace of this nightie.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rumbles as he squeezes.
He makes me feel fucking beautiful.
I keep riding him, letting go of one thigh so I can rake a hand through my hair. I feel restless and wanton, bouncing on his cock while he plays with my tits.
He sits up a bit, bracing a hand on my back, guiding me into the position he wants me in so I’m cradled, still with his cock inside me. He pulls me closer, tearing down the material over my tits so he can suck on them.
“Oh god,” I sigh, sinking my fingers into his hair.
His grip on me tightens, then he shifts, laying me down near the foot of the bed. He hovers over me, lifting one of my legs and draping it over his shoulder. He repositions his cock, then drives into me. I gasp, my eyes opening wide and my thighs trembling. This angle feels completely different, and I grab beneath me for purchase, my fingers tangling in the sheets as he pounds into me over and over.