Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 31866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
He kisses me, hard. Harder than he ever has before. Like he can’t get enough of me. And then it’s all frantic movements as he’s raised above me. He presses his dick at my entrance and I hold my breath.
It’s definitely bigger than any I’ve ever seen before. It scares me a bit, but I know Crewe won’t hurt me. I know he’d rather die than cause me pain.
He pushes in slowly, letting me acclimate to his size. Once I do he picks up speed.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers close to my ear. He keeps moving inside me, and I spread my legs to give him better access.
He feels so good too.
I moan as my nails scrape down his back. “Don’t stop,” I groan out.
He chuckles softly. “Didn’t plan on it.” He keeps thrusting his hips, pushing in and out of me. And with each powerful thrust I find myself falling harder for him.
I grip tighter, holding him close to me so I can hold onto this feeling. This forever feeling I never want to end.
Crewe picks up speed. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy since I met you.”
“Really?” I whisper, my body growing closer and closer toward my release.
“Riley,” he says, pulling back a bit so he can gaze down at me. “Can’t you tell I’m completely gone for you.”
My whole insides light up. Like magic. “I feel the exact same,” I say, and then he kisses me. Like he’s promising me forever.
And then my body lights up from the inside out. Like every cell vibrates all at once. Sure, I’ve had orgasms before, but never like this. Never this intense.
“I’m coming,” I call out as Crewe just holds me tighter.
My body is still shuddering, waves of pleasure crashing through me so hard I can barely breathe, but Crewe doesn’t slow down. If anything, he gets rougher, hungrier, pinning my wrists above my head with one big hand while the other grips my hip like he’s claiming every inch of me.
“Fuck, Riley,” he growls against my throat, voice low and gravel-rough. “You’re still squeezing me so goddamn tight. Milking my cock like you’re trying to ruin me.” He snaps his hips forward, driving so deep I feel him in my stomach, and a broken moan tears out of me. “That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch while you’re still coming down.”
I’m sensitive—too sensitive—but the overstimulation only makes everything sharper, hotter. My thighs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him even closer. He likes that. I can tell by the filthy sound he makes in the back of his throat.
“Look at you,” he rasps, slowing just enough to grind in slow, filthy circles that make my eyes roll back. “All flushed and wrecked and still begging for more. You love this cock, don’t you? Love how deep I get. How full I make you feel.”
“Yes—God, yes—” The words spill out before I can stop them, desperate and raw.
He chuckles, dark and dangerous, then suddenly pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the thick head inside me. I whine at the loss, hips lifting instinctively, chasing him.
“Uh-uh.” He pins me down harder, eyes glittering. “You want it? Then tell me exactly how bad you need me to fuck you.”
My face burns, but the ache between my legs is worse. “Please, Crewe,” I gasp. “Fuck me hard. Please—I need you so deep I can’t think.”
His grin is pure sin. “That’s my girl.”
Then he slams back in, one brutal, perfect thrust that punches the air from my lungs. He sets a punishing rhythm—long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me, then short, sharp snaps of his hips that make my clit throb with every impact. The bed creaks under us. My nails rake down his back. Sweat slicks our skin together.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice wrecked now too. “Feel how fucking soaked you are for me? That pretty pussy’s dripping down my balls. Gonna make a mess of these sheets, baby.”
I can’t answer. I can only moan, head thrashing against the pillow as another wave starts building, impossibly fast after the first one.
He must feel it because his grip tightens, rhythm turning erratic, desperate. “Come on, Riley. Give me another one. Come on my cock again—fuck—let me feel you shatter.”
His mouth crashes over mine, swallowing my cries as he fucks me through the rising heat. Tongue deep, teeth biting my bottom lip, hand sliding between us so his thumb can circle my swollen clit in tight, ruthless strokes.
It hits me like lightning.
I arch so hard my spine leaves the mattress, screaming his name into his mouth as the second orgasm rips through me, fiercer than the first. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing, fluttering, and he groans like he’s in pain.