Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
With renewed excitement, he left the room and headed towards the bed, where she stood waiting. “Lay down, let me see.” He climbed onto the bed with his pulse racing with excitement. He liked nights like this when it seemed like she’d only just started after hours of fucking. It usually meant that the sex would become more depraved the longer it went on. Something he’d grown to love with time.
He had to do some adjusting to lay flat on his stomach since his cock was now at full staff, but the first feel of her fingers with the soothing cream soon took his mind off of that minor discomfort. He drifted to the brink of sleep before he felt her hand between his thighs, grabbing his cock from behind.
Don lifted off the bed just enough to give her easier access and enjoyed the feel of her warm hand as it stroked up and down his engorged cock. His lover’s hand was coated with precum as she pumped his cock, making it as hard as she could after hours spent inside her.
She knew he would need some help satisfying her for the rest of the night, and she’d come prepared. With his cock still in her hand, she reached over to the night table and got the little blue pill she’d left there. It pleased her immensely that even though he was getting up there in years, he didn’t need help satisfying her needs except for those times when she wanted a little extra, like now.
Don opened his mouth and took the pill swallowing it dry as he humped his cock into her hand. He felt the effects of the drug as it coursed through his body, doing what it was supposed to do. His cock felt harder, longer as he felt the wet heat of her mouth wrap around the very tip from behind.
It wasn’t the most comfortable thing having his cock bent back like that, but no sooner had he had the thought than she switched positions and laid on the bed beneath him with her mouth under his rod and her shoulders between his spread thighs. This way, Don could fuck down into her mouth, going deep into her throat until she gagged.
Her nails dug into his ass and hips as he throat fucked her with his now steel hard cock. She gobbled his cock while her hand found its way between her thighs, and she jabbed three fingers inside herself. Don could imagine her diddling herself, and the image made his hips thrust forward faster, harder until he felt like he would explode.
It was going to be a long while though before that happened, so his partner brought him back down with soft licks and nibbles around his cockhead before popping him out of her mouth. She twisted her body once again and crawled up the bed from between his legs, ending on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.
Don lapped at her leaking pussy like a dog while fisting his cock. “Now-now-now-now.” She pounded her fist into the bed as Don got up behind her and eased his cock up to her pink opening. Without preamble, he fed his cock into her nice and slow, making sure not to hurt her with his stiff cock since he was sure she was still sore from the many hours he’d spent inside her already.
“Go to sleep, Detective!” Celia jerked out of her trance but didn’t take her eyes away from him. She was sitting up on her side of the bed in the dark, just staring at him. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to strangle him or bow down at his feet. The man is a complete and utter fiend, and she was having a very hard time right this minute, deciding what she’d ever seen in him.
After he’d dragged her from the bathroom, the way he’d mellowed and had been so soft and gentle with her, she thought the crisis was over, and maybe it had. But then afterward and she was lying in his arms enjoying the sweet afterglow, her body limp as overcooked noodles he’d asked her to explain exactly what had happened when she visited Don Simpson, aka Wilson and like a fool she’d told him.
She still wasn’t sure if his gentleness had been a ploy to get her to talk, but it didn’t really matter at this point. He hadn’t tried spanking her again, she wouldn’t have gone for that, but he decided to use sex instead. She didn’t even realize he was angry again until he drove his cock into her until it bottomed out.
She’d not been prepared and being already sore from the earlier plowing it hurt like hell. She opened her mouth to tell him just that, but all she got was, “Shut the hell up, Celia, just don’t, fucking don’t.” She’d tried pushing him off at that point, but he seemed to grow extra arms and legs at that point, tackling her into the mattress and holding her there while her body betrayed her.