Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
It wasn’t until he moved to focus on my clit that I realized he’d been licking me clean of the juices that had fallen free of my center during our previous activity.
That’s when I knew I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I needed him inside of me.
I needed to feel his cock filling me full.
“Coke,” I moaned, reaching for his head. “Coke, come up here and fuck me.”
He shook his head, very focused on his present activity—shoving his tongue into my pussy—but I couldn’t do it.
I needed him, and I couldn’t explain why.
“No!” I pushed his face away. “I need you to fuck me.”
Then I was pushing him onto his back and climbing on to his prone body.
He growled low in his throat and caught my hips as I settled on top of him, but he didn’t allow me to have any control.
Before I could put him inside of me, he was rolling us back over and then reaching into the nightstand for a condom. He expertly rolled it down over his erection and settled himself between my thighs.
“Slow,” he ordered.
I swallowed and shook my head as I tried to get his cock to miraculously fit into my sheath, but he stopped me by placing one hand firmly on one hip.
“This is your first time.”
I didn’t bother to ask how he knew it.
Likely it was obvious.
But whether it was my first time or my two hundredth, that didn’t stop the way I was feeling right then.
“I don’t think you understand,” I whispered. “I need you to put your cock in me. I need to feel you filling me so full that I feel like I’m going to burst.”
Realizing I was being serious and getting that from him was on the list of things I needed in this moment right beneath breathing, he blew out a shaky breath and reached his hand in between us.
Moments later, I felt his cock at my entrance, and start to push inside.
I didn’t know what came over me.
I was practically writhing underneath him, and he had to put one hand on each of my hips and pick my lower half up off the bed to keep me still enough for him to enter me.
And enter me he did.
He didn’t pussyfoot around. Didn’t wait to make sure that I was okay with it one more time. Nope, not my Coke. He took one look at the need in my eyes, then fucked into me so hard that I saw stars.
But the stars weren’t because he’d just broken through my virgin barrier or anything—I’d done that all on my own with a vibrator at the age of eighteen. Nope, the stars came from the orgasm that practically barreled through me.
Once I came down from my thirty-second trip hurtling to a new plane of existence, I realized that Coke had some iron-clad control. It’d probably helped that I’d made him come before, but seriously. With the way that my vagina had clamped down so hard on him, and the way he was holding my hips so tightly, I knew that it’d felt just as good for him as it had for me.
“Jesus Christ almighty,” Coke growled. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“I do Kegels,” I whispered breathlessly. “I try to do some core exercises while I work, and I have this balance ball that I sit on while I draw.”
He was obviously over my talking, because the moment I got the last word out of my mouth, his claimed mine.
Then he was fucking me while he was devouring me. The thrusts of his tongue matching the thrusts of his cock, and all of a sudden, I no longer had any desire to talk about anything.
All I cared about was getting the man closer to me, feeling him press my body into the bed with his as he took me hard and fast.
Which was exactly what he was doing.
He broke away from me to allow us both to catch our breath, but he didn’t stay away for long. No, he moved his mouth down to run his beard along the sensitive skin of my collarbone, then moved down until he was face to breast.
He cupped my breast in his hand and brought it up to his mouth, sucking hard.
Each suck caused my pussy to clench around him and he growled.
His free hand that wasn’t on my breast moved up to my thigh and pushed it up and out, giving him more room to move. The new position allowed him to go slightly deeper, but that was all I needed.
With the feel of his mouth on my breast, the way he was hitting a new, deeper spot inside of me, and the way that my nerve endings were practically on fire, there was no way in hell that I could stop myself.