Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He froze.
“Please,” I begged. “Touch me. Put your cock in me. I don’t care, but do something. I ache.”
He growled. “I can’t push inside of you yet.”
I groaned.
“Not that I don’t want you, but I want this to be good for you. I’m not fucking you without at least preparing you first.”
“Then for God’s sake,” I groaned. “Prepare me!”
He laughed. “Bloodthirsty. I like it.”
I liked it even more when his fingers smoothed around my hip to touch me between my legs.
“Sit up a bit,” he urged.
When I went to take my torso off of him, he held me firmly in place. “Not your chest. Your hips.”
I understood and closed my legs slightly to pull myself off of his thighs, allowing him access to…
“Oh,” I breathed when his fingers slid through my wetness. “Yes.”
His thumb circled my clit while two fingers slowly delved inside of me. Not deep or hard, but just enough to give me the feeling of having something there. Something inside of myself that wasn’t plastic, and wasn’t my fingers.
It was the oddest, yet most exciting feeling I’d ever encountered in my life.
And way more pleasurable than when I did it myself.
His fingers were just barely breaching me, but I was already writhing on top of him as my body begged for more.
“Put that bad arm up on the couch and don’t move it,” he urged.
I did, placing it right by his head. The other one I buried into his hair.
My forehead came down to rest against his, and my eyes scanned down the length of my body to snag on his engorged cock.
It was pulsing, hard, and thick.
There was a bead of precum at the tip, and as I watched, it slid down the thick head of him and slipped down his length until it met my curls.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Justin, I need…”
He filled me with a finger, and I cried out against his face.
“That’s it,” he said. “You take me so good, baby.”
I licked my lips, my breath coming in pants.
“There, right there. You want another finger, baby?”
“I want your cock,” I corrected him, watching as another drop of pre-come gathered at his slit.
“You’ll get it,” he promised. “But first, we need to get you ready. Stretch you out. So that you can take my cock without pain.”
He was awfully big.
I’d seen plenty of cocks.
I wasn’t completely in the dark.
I’d had access to porn for years now, and I’d seen enough of it to know what they looked like.
And let’s just say, Creed’s was on the verge of being in the “big cock” category on Pornhub.
“Sweet Birdee,” he growled against my ear. “So wet for me. So tight. You’re going to hug my cock so good.”
I swallowed hard as my eyes closed and something big started to build inside of me.
“Justin…”
“You feel it?” he asked. “I can feel you tightening around me. You’re about to come.”
I was.
For him.
“I’m going to come so hard,” I panted as he started to circle my clit faster with his thumb.
His fingers pushed deep, hitting some hidden part of me deep inside, and I cried out.
He held me stock-still, unable to move, as my orgasm took me over.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”
I did.
I came so good for him.
“Justin,” I cried out. “I need more.”
He filled me with a third finger in the middle of my orgasm, and I screamed.
I threw my head back and screamed.
Something hissed and took off somewhere in the house beyond us, but I was too far gone to care.
His arm came around my body, sliding over my shoulders, as he held me still despite my need to move.
“Justin,” I whined when he wouldn’t give me an inch.
“You need gentle. We can stop…”
“Over my dead body.” I pushed his hand away with my good hand and fisted his cock.
His breathing halted in his lungs.
While he was distracted, I set his cock head at my entrance and held him there as I took his cock inside of me.
One slow, debilitating inch at a time.
Because he was, indeed, very big.
Definite big cock category.
“Slow,” he urged me when I kept trying to make him fit. “Come up, get my cock coated in your juices.”
I did as instructed, coming up just high enough to get him coated, before sliding back down.
I got a little more this time and repeated the process, over and over again, until he was fully sheathed inside of me.
At least, I thought he was fully inside me.
“You can take more, can’t you, baby?” he crooned into my ear.
“You mean I don’t have all of you inside of me yet?” I gasped.
I felt full.
Too full.
“Nope,” he breathed. “Come back up and sit back down.”
I did, going back up and coming back down.
Just the slide of him along those deepest, darkest places inside of me felt like I never wanted to let him leave me.