Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair and stamping kisses on his jaw, his cheeks and mouth. “I want to spread my thighs for you. Just you.”
Before I even finish speaking, his shaking hands are jerking down the waistband of my pants, lowering them to my knees, so I can kick them fully off.
We moan into a kiss when my legs fall wide open, nothing but panties left as a barrier to what he wants. What I want to give.
“You think I could have left you?” Conrad asks while planting his hips between my thighs, his expression pained, passionate. “I was lost the moment I saw your face. Somehow, I knew as soon as I looked, it would be over. And I was right.”
“No,” I whisper, winding my legs around his hips. “It’s just starting.”
Conrad
My God. She defies description. I’m going to lose my composure just looking down at her soft, gorgeous body, open to me, her slit wetting her thin, white panties, her tits uncovered and aroused, nipples wet and rosy from my mouth.
I told her the score, warned her what kind of jealous man she’s signing up for…
And she only seemed to grow more eager, more excited.
This is a woman I was prepared to hate on sight and she’s become my motivation, my mission, my obsession overnight. It’s a good lesson. The best things in life truly do come when you’re least expecting them. And there’s nothing that could even come close to topping Greta or the way she’s looking up at me with so much trust, offering me her innocence, her eyes still a little red from crying over me.
“Are you on birth control, baby?” I ask, tucking a finger in the edge of her panties and yanking them left, so I can see the mouthwatering split of her cunt, my shaft aching at the blessed sight of my princess’s wet flesh. “Or are we making an heir tonight?”
“I take the pill at my mother’s request…although I didn’t think I’d need it, so I might have been less than diligent. Still, I shouldn’t get pregnant.”
Want to bet?
“The feral half of me wishes you would.” Jesus, the word “pregnant” on her lips is enough to make me push a hand down into my trousers to give my cock a tight pull. I can’t remember another time where I was this hard. Or been this poised to come when I haven’t even started fucking yet. Maybe because this is so much more than fucking. Or a means to release.
She’s going to steal my heart and soul while I’m inside of her.
As far as I’m concerned, that’s an even exchange for the gift of her virginity.
“How fond are you of these panties, princess?”
“I have others.”
I rip them from her body, because I can’t bear for her to close her thighs to me long enough to take them off properly. And there’s her wet, virgin cunt presented before me now, her nervous thighs trembling on either side of my waist, but remaining obediently open, because dear God, she’s such a good girl. “It’s an honor to guard this body.” I fist my cock and bring it out, rubbing the sensitive head against her clit. “It’s going to be an even greater honor to get you off.”
“L-like you did earlier?”
“Better.” I press into her entrance, kissing her mouth to muffle her whimper. “There’s nothing between us this time. No clothes. No doubts about what this is.” I firm my hips and drill them forward slowly, pinning her wrists overhead and rocking deep, my balls straining with pressure when she screams, my kiss capturing the sound as much as possible, but I’m moaning, too. I’m moaning and trying to blink my vision back to normalcy because she’s blackout tight, her untried pussy only fitting the upper half of my cock, but goddamn, that’s more than enough. The Holy fucking Grail is what she’s got between her legs. It’s the kind of moist grip that I could never replicate with my hand, her muscles rippling rhythmically, her hips lifting to take me deeper, even though there’s no more room, but she struggles to make some anyway.
“You’re so big,” she whispers.
“Stop,” I say, raggedly.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“I want more…” Her voice drops to a hush. “Daddy.”
Oh fuck. My hips buck of their own accord, my spine twisting at the base, urgency like I’ve never known coming over me, my knees digging into the stone floor of the tower room, hips lifting and dropping, her pussy squish, squish, squishing with every pump of my upper inches into her ripe, flushed body, the force of my drives raking her up and down the pallet, her expression glazing over with pleasure at every new joining of our flesh, titties shaking around like a feast for my eyes. Thank God we’re near the thunderclap of waves or I fear the whole kingdom would hear me repeatedly entering the princess with firm slaps, not to mention her urgent little mewls of my name.