Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I know.” He kissed my shoulder, his fingers still working me gently. “From what you’ve told me it sounds like Carter was a fucking pencil. I’m not. And my knot…” He pressed himself against me, and I felt the thick, heavy bulge already prominent in his pants. “It’s going to stretch you, baby. But I swear, I’ll make it good for you—I’ll make you love it.”
He guided me backward until my knees hit the bed. He slipped out of his pants and his erection sprang free—thick and heavy and impossibly long, the knot at the base a prominent, intimidating swelling of flesh.
My eyes widened. I’d touched it before when I sucked him, but seeing it and knowing it was going to fill me sent a fresh thrill of fear mixed with a dark, deep desire straight through me.
“How…how are we going to do this?” I asked breathlessly. Despite the fear, I wanted him in me—I ached desperately to let him fill the emptiness inside.
“I want you on top,” he said, lying back on the bed amidst the rumpled sheets. He propped himself up on his elbows. The moonlight played over his bare chest and abdomen, carving his muscles into sharp relief.
“You…you do?” I asked, my voice coming out in a kind of squeak. “On top? Really?”
Carter had never required that of me. He mostly just pushed me down and used me however he wanted to. But Kor seemed to have a reason for his request.
“I want you in control, baby,” he murmured. “You set the pace—you take only what you can, when you can. I won’t move until you say.”
Gratitude washed through me, cool and calming. I loved how careful he was with me—the way he treated me like I was precious and delicate.
“All right.” I nodded and let the teddy slither down my body, pooling at my feet. The night air was cool on my bare skin, making my nipples even tighter.
I climbed onto the bed, then straddled his hips, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. My curls brushed the head of his cock, and we both gasped at the slight contact.
“Good girl,” Kor murmured, and his praise went straight to my pussy, making me even hotter. “Good girl, just take your time.”
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. He was so hot—like forged steel wrapped in velvet. I loved the feel of him in my hand.
I guided him, my eyes on his, as I positioned him at my entrance. The broad, slick head pressed against me—a blunt, insistent pressure—a promise of what was to come.
I wanted to take him right away, but Kor must have seen the look on my face because he shook his head.
“Slowly, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of staying still. His hands settled on my thighs, warm and comforting. “Just take the head first. Get used to me inside you.”
I sank down, an inch, then two and a sharp, breathy moan escaped me. He was so big. I felt a burning, stretching fullness that was almost too much. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him—a bright, sharp sensation that stole my breath.
“Breathe, Vivienne. Look at me. Breathe through it,” Kor murmured. He lifted one hand and cupped my cheek. “Just take your time. My precum will help you stretch.”
“It…it will?” I panted.
He nodded.
“Yes, baby. I have compounds in my precum and cum that will help you open for me. Just take it slow and you’ll be fine.”
I did as he said, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my eyes locked on his. I saw his own struggle for control—the sheen of sweat on his brow as he held perfectly still and let me take my time.
I lowered myself another fraction, and—sure enough—the burn began to melt, transforming into a deep, filling pressure that was overwhelmingly good.
I felt a burst of satisfaction—he was so big, but I was taking him. The fear in my chest was being chased away by a dazed, gathering pleasure.
“You’re so big, inside me,” I whispered.
“I know, baby, but you need to be filled,” he murmured, his hands gripping my thighs. “Can’t breed you if I don’t fill you first.”
Emboldened, I sank down further, taking him halfway. A moan was drawn from my throat, my head falling back as the sensation of being stretched wide open rushed through me.
“Oh… oh, Kor…” I gasped.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just open your little pussy and take me nice and deep, sweetheart. You’re doing so good—I’m so proud of you for taking me.”
“I…I’m trying,” I panted and wiggled my hips, trying to get used to having something so big inside me. I was sure that if Kor hadn’t been helping me stretch with his tongue every night, I wouldn’t have been able to do this. I was glad that he’d been so patient with me.