Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Yes. If you’ll let me.”
“I’ll beg you, not just let you.”
“Good job we have a few weeks left until Christmas, isn’t it? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”
I’m so desperate for his fist in my cunt that I’d offer him my heart on a platter. I raise my hips to show him. “How about we make a deal for tonight? You stretch my needy pussy, and I’ll show you how much I want your cock in my throat? I want you to watch me sucking you.”
He must be fit to burst right now, he’s been fucking me for so long. My pussy is sore from coming, and my lips are swollen from kissing.
My dirty hero shifts his position, so he’s kneeling up by my head. He’s stunning from this position, the underside of his cock a waiting promise. He strokes my huge, sweaty tits, then tugs at my nipples.
I imagine the way he fixed the clamps and tightened them when I was hooded. I imagine watching him while he’s doing it. I want to see his face while he watches me struggle to bear it.
Tonight, I only get a few token tit slaps before he reaches back down to my pussy.
Fuck, he’s going to fist me from an angle. Jesus Christ, I tense on instinct.
“Changed your mind?” he says. “That’s ok. Say stop and we’ll stop. I’ll give you my cum regardless.”
I smile as myself, not as Creamgirl.
“I’ll never change my mind, Reuben. I never do.”
My mouth is already open as I struggle to take his fist. He groans as he pushes his cock in my mouth, bulging out my cheek.
“Take it,” he says and twists his fingers and thumb together, stretching me to the max.
I grip his cock in both hands, suck him in deep, and push against the stretch of his knuckles. He knows what to do. Knows how to twist side to side with just the right amount of pressure. And as his cock pops from my mouth, his fist pops into my cunt. Just like that, and it’s a fucking delight.
I look up at him in pure adoration as I show off my cock sucking skills. He strokes my hair as he fists, with little nudges back and forth, telling me what a beautiful girl I am as he fucks my throat.
A beautiful girl isn’t something I hear all that often.
Horny bitch, dirty slut, hot, filthy. Hell, I’ve even been called a cute piggy girl in degradation play, but beautiful girl feels so different.
I’m so comfortable as I dribble and groan. I’m so proud of the way my tits and belly bounce as I work myself against his buried hand.
“I love this,” he says as his balls tighten. “I love this so much, it’s driving me out of my mind.”
Part of me wishes the this was you.
That’s the part of me that’s driving me out of my mind. Because ever since meeting the real Reuben Sinclair, my dreams have been morphing into reality.
My heart cries out with a different kind of need as the man I adore gives me the very first taste of his cum. The greatest reward there could be.
I love you, is what I want to hear from him. Crazy but true.
But instead, I get a different round of creamy kisses, and he makes me come all over again.
20
REUBEN
Iwake up to find Tiffany sprawled like a starfish next to me. I can barely see her with just the hint of dawn shining through the crack in the curtains. She’s got a cute snore which hitches at its loudest, and the covers are right up to her chin. I love the way they rise and fall with her breaths, relishing the sensation of having someone in bed with me. It’s been years.
I watch her while she’s lost in dreamland, wondering what fantasies are rolling through her mind. Are they happy dreams, or terrifying nightmares?
I hope they aren’t like mine. Recurring sensations of loss that have my heart panging whenever I wake in the morning to realise what’s missing all over again.
Love. Companionship. The commitment of two people believing in a future together.
I resist the temptation to reach over and pull Tiffany close, or to snuggle up to her side and hold her like a treasure. I don’t want to disturb her. I don’t want her to start in shock as she wakes up in an unknown space with someone beside her.
More than anything, I don’t want her to sit up in confusion and back away – Creamgirl’s walls back up on instinct.
Dare I believe that this beauty really does need me as much as I need her? That her soul is ready to embrace mine the way mine is craving to truly let go and embrace hers?
Maybe she senses me staring at her, because the hitch of her snore morphs into a sigh, and she stretches her arms above her head. She does start in shock, but it doesn’t send her spawling to the opposite end of the bed, it sends her moving towards me, patting the covers as though she’s searching.