Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Holy fuck!” she tittered. “Oh, holy shit! How am I supposed to endure this?”
I brought one of my hands up and pried one of her thighs away from my head, looking up at her smiling face. “I’ve never in my life had this problem before.”
She started to pant as she watched me.
She wanted me to do what I wanted so bad that she was shaking with it, but she couldn’t stop the giggling. Or the flinching. Or the hand clenching.
When I tried to swipe my tongue through her wetness, I was very aware of my beard as well as her gasps.
“Oh, my God!” she cried out, squirming and laughing. “Stop! Oh, holy shit! Stoppppp!”
It was at this point that I was laughing so hard that tears were forming in my eyes.
I did what any man would do.
I went up to my knees at the end of the bed and shifted so that I could push my jeans over my hips. Then, I slowly crawled between her legs.
It was only when I had my cock notched against her entrance that I came to my senses.
I reared back, suddenly sick to my stomach at what I was about to do.
“Condom,” I told her.
Something changed on Izzy’s face.
“You don’t need one,” she whispered.
I tilted my head.
“I can’t have another baby…” I told her hoarsely.
Izzy shook her head sadly. “Neither can I. Ever.”
Something passed between us then, something unspoken but very real.
I couldn’t have another kid because I just couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t have a kid because she was physically incapable.
What a pair we were.
I dropped down to my elbows, one on either side of her head, and dropped my forehead to hers.
When her mouth came up to touch against mine, the desire that had dimmed during the last thirty seconds started to rekindle.
I twisted my hips to try to get my cock back into place, and she took pity on me, lining me up so that I was in the perfect position to just…slide in.
She groaned when my hips thrust forward, half of my cock filling her in one slow thrust. “You’re big.”
I grunted. “I’m six-foot-four, Iz. Of course, I’m big.”
She threw both of her arms around my shoulders and pulled on me until I was giving her my entire weight.
“Doesn’t mean that I can’t still be surprised that you have a big dick,” she told me. “I haven’t had anything this big ever.”
She was stroking my ego.
I bent down and bit her lip. “Maybe you just don’t have the best people to compare it to,” I growled, pulling back and thrusting forward.
She panted as she tried to relax her body. Each moment she managed to calm herself down, I’d slide another inch inside of her until at last, I was exactly where I’d wanted to be for so long. Inside of her completely, buried to the hilt in her soft slick heat.
I pulled back enough that I could see her eyes and stared amazed at how hazy they were from her arousal.
“You feel good,” I rasped.
She poked her tongue out to lick her lips, and instead of just getting hers, got the both of ours due to my closeness.
“You need to move.” She clenched her muscles.
I needed to move.
I pulled my hips back and then ground forward, twisting my hips.
She bit down on the muscle of my chest.
I felt that little nip in my soul.
“Holy crap,” she breathed. “What was that you just did?”
I pulled back out, and thrust back forward again, wishing for all I was worth that I wasn’t as close as I was.
I could do this all day long—if I had control—which I damn well did not.
Izzy was making me realize that any control I thought I possessed wasn’t an option with her. She broke down my walls and made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.
She started to suck on the small hurt she’d caused on my chest, and my balls drew up.
“I’m not going to be the MVP of this session,” I panted. “It’s been too long.”
Her pussy clenched around me and I swear to Christ I nearly lost it. “That’s okay,” she breathed. “Because I’m really close. You don’t need to have the skills for long. Please move,” she pleaded. “Please, please, please.”
I moved.
Not because of her begging, but because I had literally no choice.
It was either move or die, and I wanted to live—at least long enough to feel the sweet clench of her pussy as she came, at least once.
I dropped my face into her neck and started to buck my hips, unable to be smooth and sweet like I’d intended when we’d started.
When we’d started, I hadn’t been aware that her vagina was like a drug addict’s fix.
I hadn’t realized that, with one single taste, I’d be signing myself up for the rest of my life to be her willing love slave. If she asked, anyway.