Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Yes,” he responds, raggedly.
Slowly, I slide my knees up the sides of his heaving ribcage, then drop them open. “Be gentle, baby. Remember you’re my first.”
Euphoria slackens his jaw, his head falling forward on a full-body shudder.
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes, pressing himself into me, one inch at a time.
“Oh, sweet Jesus.” He employs his hips, cramming himself into me. Occupying every inch of space while I struggle to keep my thighs open. Not to close them and push him away, because of the increased pressure. Incredible pressure that makes me feel almost frantic. Alive to an acute degree. “There’s your little cherry, princess. Hold on tight.”
I whimper.
He pumps deep with a guttural grunt.
“Oh!” I exclaim.
A rush of sticky moisture trickles down the slopes of my buttocks.
I gasp in wonder, his mouth intercepting the noise. Kissing me deeply, so deeply, while his rigid sex stretches my tender channel. Pulsing.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” I spear my fingers into his hair, keeping his mouth perched on top of mine while I wiggle right to left, attempting to get used to him. “I was built to take you,” I whisper, sipping at his lips. “In front. In back. In my mouth. However you want me.”
His face blankets itself with lust, and he rolls his hips. “Oh God. Oh shit, that’s tight. Virgin pussy shouldn’t take me all the way to the balls, but yours does. Just like that ass did last night. Goddamn, you precious little miracle.” He plants his hands on either side of my head and he begins to buck, his hips swinging back to front, that enormous part of him plunging in, out, in, out, erotic squishes and slaps filling the air around us. “I got a few seconds before I bust in this slick-ass cunt. Fuck! Fuck! I can’t stop.”
He smothers me.
Wrapping his arms around my head, I get no air, only his mouth, his thrusts turning savage, the gargantuan size of his frame on top of my small one, rutting, dragging my back off the sweatshirt and into the leaves, his grunts turning to snarls in my ear. I’m being ravaged in the woods and all I can do is hold on to his shoulders, whimpering, preparing for the knot that’s tying tighter inside of me to snap.
Orgasm.
I want my orgasm.
He’s giving it to me, with his body, yes, but also with his urgency. His hunger.
It tickles me, turns me on, heightens my own pleasure, watching him come undone—
There’s a snap inside of me.
What was that?
“Was that the condom?”
I only catch a flash of Barry’s concern before his mouth seals over mine and he’s kissing me, fucking me harder, his hips moving at the speed of light.
But…no.
The condom is broken.
And he’s going to ejaculate inside of me, regardless?
“Barry!” He lifts his head, and I see it, the shame mixed in among his intense hunger. “You have to pull out. You have to put on a different condom.”
“Don’t you know I’ll just break the next one, too?” he roars against my mouth. “No man could be gentle with this perfect little hole.”
Panicked, wanting to impress upon him the seriousness of what’s happening, I slap him across the face. Twice. But only pins my wrists above my head, causing my back to arch. Causing a new angle of friction against my clit.
“Ohhhh.”
“There’s my princess.” He picks up the pace again, his gaze almost black with intensity. “Those baby slaps only turn me on. Feel how much? Feel how thick they get me?”
“Barry,” I wail, my sex beginning to throb ominously, preparing for release. It’s right there, golden and shimmering. “You can’t!”
“Can’t what?”
“Get me pregnant!”
A look of realization moves in his eyes, and he roars a curse, burying his face in my neck a moment while he pummels me with angry pumps, violently rocking my body, smearing me through the forest floor. He’s so swollen inside of me, I think it’s a lost cause, especially when the thought of Barry impregnating me is what causes me to spiral into orgasm and I moan brokenly, convulsing beneath him, my legs pinwheeling and kicking, before the heels of my feet eventually bury in his thrusting buttocks, only egging him on more. His hips piston, his large body riding mine into the ground, and I think he’s lost all semblance of control. That there’s no way he can pull out.
“Son of a bitch,” he grits out, his thickness deserting me suddenly, his hand blurring furiously between us while he jacks off ropes of semen onto my sex and stomach, his eyes unseeing above me. “Oh my God, princess. Oh my God.”
I’m so sated and warm and connected to him, but at my own behest, I wasn’t able to experience that final moment of connection to him, and I can’t help but feel robbed. Like I missed something, even though it was totally necessary to deny us that mutual rapture. Of having his body joined with mine when he peaked.