Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
But I didn’t.
I wanted to play, to experiment, to learn.
Instantly, I pulled my hands back, my chest heaving, orgasm cresting only to recede again with a frustrated howl.
“I like this,” I breathed. “But I want to try something else.”
Will smirked. “You edging yourself, baby?”
I didn’t even know what the fuck that meant, but I could guess, and when I nodded, Will hummed his approval in a kiss against my ankle. Slowly, he released me, lying down on the bed next to me before helping me climb into his lap.
Except I didn’t straddle him normally.
Instead, he maneuvered me until I was facing away from him, my knees spread over his hips, hands bracing just above his knees on his thick, muscular thighs.
“I want to watch this ass bounce as you ride me,” he said, palming said ass in two lush handfuls. He gripped hard and groaned as he made me jiggle, and then his hand came down in a quick slap that made me gasp and arch and writhe.
I tried not to remember much about my first sexual experience, but one thing I could never forget was how that boy had eviscerated me and my reputation afterward. I could still hear him telling his friends that he’d fucked a fat girl and it wasn’t that bad. I could still vividly remember his face when I took my clothes off, how he hadn’t wanted to look too long.
It had taken me a long time to come back to loving my body after that, but I did. I loved myself fiercely. I found so much beauty in my thickness, in my curves and rolls. I was like Aphrodite, damn it.
And I knew without a second thought that Will felt the same way.
He appreciated me with every look, every touch, every taste.
“Sit on me,” he begged, guiding my hips until I felt the crown of him pressing inside me. I was so wet from him fucking me before that I slid down easily, and we both groaned at the reconnection, his hands roaming over my hips and ass before he slowly started to help me move.
I liked this position, too. It felt completely different than the one before it — I wasn’t quite as full, but the friction of my clit against his balls every time I rocked my hips was so fucking good I didn’t miss the deeper connection.
At first, I used my thighs to really lift and sit, but eventually, the rub of my clit against him was too exquisite to deny myself. I sat more fully, rocking on him and feeling his cock deep and seated inside me.
“I could definitely come like this,” I breathed.
Will moaned and bucked into me, and that sent him deep enough to make me gasp.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Like that.”
He thrust again, taking the work off me as I focused on finding that sweet contact that coaxed my orgasm to the surface. I felt it burning up my veins, my blood pumping faster, heart racing as the edges of my vision blurred.
But before it could catch, I lifted, hovering above him with my legs shaking and a whimpering cry wrenching from my throat. My orgasm was already coming, the beginning of it tingling through me, and now that I’d stopped all contact, my body was convulsing in protest.
“Fucking hell, Chloe,” Will said, sitting up to wrap his arms around me. He palmed my breasts and kissed along my spine. “You’re torturing yourself.”
“I want more.”
“More?”
“Another position.”
He smiled against my shoulder blade. “Masochistic little thing.”
But he answered my plea, flipping me back into the mattress with another appreciative smack of my ass. This time, he had me on my stomach, and he kissed down my back, over my hips, and along each swell of my ass before he hiked my hips up.
I arched my back, knees planted against the mattress but my face still in the pillows as he fit himself to me. He played with me again, sliding his crown between my lips and running it up and down before wedging himself inside me.
He slid in hard and fast and deep — so fucking deep I cried out and fisted the sheets like I’d spiral into space if I didn’t hold onto them for dear life.
“Fuck,” I screamed, but a moan rode out of me on the next breath. “So deep.”
Will groaned his agreement, withdrawing and flexing inside me all the way to the hilt again. It stole my breath when he did. He was so impossibly deep like this, enough so that I felt him hitting edges inside me never before touched.
“Too much?” he asked, slowing his pace.
“No,” I said. “Yes. Maybe?”
Will kept his pace slow and even for a while to let me adjust, and then he pressed his weight into me from behind until I had no choice but to drop to the bed. I was flat on my stomach, but then he hiked my left knee up toward my chest, using his knees to spread me wide.