Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Don’t you worry, Tart. I’m going to give it to you…all night long. I plan on taking you in every position in the fucking book. But, you aren’t stretched enough yet. Anyway, I’m doing all the work. Take some initiative, and ride my fingers. I’ll be really still, and you just ride away.”
Oh, fuck. Now that would make me look like a dirty little whore. I was good with that. He needed to know I was more than capable of being stuffed by him. I rose up on my elbows, so I could have some leverage, and slowly started moving my ass forward and then back again. I felt every slide of his fingers inside of me, caressing my tight canal with a promise of more to come. Little by little, I felt more comfortable, the pleasure became even more intense, and before I knew it, I was bouncing faster and faster on his digits. Odd sounds tumbled from my mouth—sounds that should embarrass me and probably would later on, but not at the moment. While riding his fingers like he’d ordered, the noises, albeit close to whimpers, were deemed appropriate in my head.
When I shifted from my elbows to my hands, it tilted my hips in just the right position, and every time I moved, his fingers teased my prostate. The whimper sounds stopped, and a flood of words followed. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Yes. Mmmm. Oh. Fuck. Oh, God. Yes!” Stupid shit kept tumbling out but I rode his fingers like a fucking porn star.
His stomach was coated with my precum, but I didn’t give a fuckity fuck. It felt so good. My balls drew up and I could feel an explosion of a lifetime about to take place, but just as my eyes rolled back in my head to enjoy the fireworks, Seth gripped my balls in a tight enough squeeze that it halted my liftoff.
“What the fuck? Ouch! Stop squeezing so hard, you maniac. Those babies are delicate.”
“You were about to come,” he answered. “I’m not ready for that yet.” His fingers popped out of my ass with an embarrassing squelching sound as he reached for a condom and the lube bottle again. I watched him work the condom down his length and then squirt nearly the entire bottle of lube onto his cock. Entranced by the vision right in front of me, I couldn’t look away…nor could I stop myself from thinking that logistically, what we were about to do simply didn’t look feasible. I mean, I knew it would fit…I just didn’t know how.
His hold on my balls hadn’t loosened in the least. Between that and staring at his nine inches of thick weaponry, my poor cock, which had a mind of its own, started thinking maybe this wasn’t such a fantastic idea after all. My mind told it to shut the fuck up. I was doing this, and I was doing it because I couldn’t go through another day of sexual frustration. I couldn’t have a single thought or look at an item that didn’t have a way of making me think of Seth fucking my ass.
“Scoot up a little, babe,” he said as he patted my ass and moaned, “Oh, fuck, your hole is beautiful. It’s still open right now, stretched wide from my fingers. I need to make sure I use a speculum sometime real soon.”
Speculum, my ass. I didn’t need him peering inside of me…unless he wanted to, of course. Jeezus, I’d do anything he asked.
Still confident, I scooted up like he’d instructed. There was no doubt in my mind that I could do this. Guys did this every day. I enjoyed pain. What was there to worry about? I’d go slow…everything would be fine.
Famous last fucking words. Fifteen minutes later, I’d managed, with much more effort on my part than I’d ever anticipated, and a hell of a lot more cussing, to get the bulbous head of his cock inside of me. That was it. Not a goddamned inch more. I’d been hiking one time when I was a kid and we’d all gotten that hare-brained idea to climb a huge fucking rock—just by hanging and dangling. Stupid kid shit. I’d gotten half way up the rock, and then froze in fear. I couldn’t go the rest of the way up. I couldn’t climb back down. Fucking frozen. That was exactly how I felt with the tip of Seth’s cock in my ass.
He was breathing hard and struggling to keep his hips still. He said all the right things, telling me how good I was doing and how sexy I looked. Then telling me it was okay to stop, that there were plenty of other things we could do. Then…nothing. I was pretty sure he’d lost his ability to speak. He could only focus on not moving. Of course, that might have something to do with every damned time he moved just a fraction, like when he took a breath, I barked at him to lie the fuck still.