Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Yes…” I was already there, about to come around his massive dick, my nails digging into his flesh. “I’m gonna come for you…I’m gonna come so fucking hard.” I should have been embarrassed by how little it took to get me off. It’d been so long since I’d been fucked well and he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, so it was as easy as pressing a single button.
He thrust into me harder, his skin tinting red as sweat formed on his body. “Come for me, Francesca.”
My hand gripped the top of his ass, and I clenched my fingers hard into his flesh, digging deep as I tugged him into me, tears burning in my eyes as my head started to turn left and right, the pleasure inside me too strong to contain. “Yes…yes.”
“Good girl…”
I squeezed my eyes shut, and the tears dripped down the sides of my face. I moaned in his face, my body tightening around his length with the grip of a python. My nails sank deeper into his flesh and I felt my hips start to buck automatically, but they were locked in place by his wrists against my knees.
It was the single greatest high I’d ever felt, a climax that was intense and euphoric and earth-shattering all at the same time. Too many times, hookups had left me unsatisfied, fucking my vibrator the second I got home. But this man delivered everything he advertised. His big dick energy was the real deal.
“Can I come inside you?” he asked as he continued to thrust into me hard.
I’d never let a man come inside me, at least not a one-night stand. But my mouth answered before I could think about it. “Please.”
He moaned as his thrusts increased, pounding into me.
I stared into his eyes as I palmed his chest, watching him enjoy me, watching him approach his threshold.
“I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”
“Cristo…” He gave his final pumps and filled me with the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. Again and again, he moaned, his thrusts slowing as he finished, a flush of heat bringing beads of sweat to his handsome face.
Watching him come inside me turned me on even more. My climax had nearly split my spine in two, but now, I was revitalized all over again, soaking wet and ready to go.
He came to a stop but remained inside me, the focus returning to his eyes, and his dick still rock-hard within me.
He really was a special breed of man.
I rolled him onto his back then straddled him, grabbing his wet dick and inserting it back into me as I sat on his lap. I moaned when I felt myself sheathe him to the base, even when it hurt. I palmed his chest again, and I clawed him slightly with my nails as I started to bounce on his dick. “Best dick I’ve ever had.”
8
FRANCESCA
After getting my brains fucked out, I was exhausted. I knocked out for a while, maybe an hour or two, and when I woke up, he was in bed beside me, the sheets at his waist, his arm tucked underneath his head. I wasn’t sure if he was asleep or just relaxed.
I gently slipped out of the bed, trying not to let the floorboards creak underneath my feet.
“Don’t worry, I’m awake.”
I stilled, standing there naked at the foot of the bed.
His eyes opened, and he looked at me, a slight smirk on his lips.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower…so I’ll see you around.”
He sat up slightly. “See me around?”
“Just figured you would head out.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Do you want me to head out?”
“Well…” It was a one-night stand. I’d had a lot of them. Knew how they worked. “We don’t need to do the dance, you know?”
“The dance?”
“You know, where you kinda linger so you don’t look like an asshole. But you wouldn’t be an asshole if you left. I just don’t want to make it weird.”
“Well, you’re making it weird by trying not to make it weird.” He pulled back the covers and got out of bed, a Roman god at his full height, his arms the size of my head. He cocked a smile as he headed into my bathroom. “I’ll take a shower with you.” He helped himself to the walk-in shower and turned on the water. He stepped inside without waiting for the water to heat up, which usually took a couple minutes.
I followed him and stared for a second, seeing the water drip down his perfect physique, his hands sliding into his hair as he tilted his head back to let the water stream over his face.
I was lost in my stare for a while, but once I noticed the steam rising toward the ceiling, I knew the water was warm, so I opened the door and joined him.