Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Despite the decidedly unsexy nature of our undressing, we’re still roaring for one another. He’s on me. Kissing me. Touching me. His fingers make my skin shudder, tingles forming in the wake of his touch. His hand runs down my body, and into my panties, rubbing against my nub, the shock of electric bliss pounding through me. I wriggle out of my panties, not wanting them in the way of our lust for one another. I wrap my arms around him, running my hands down his back.
Hunter’s mine now. In the eyes of the law, in the eyes of God, in the eyes of anyone who matters, this man is forever tied to me, and I can barely believe that it’s true. Every bit of muscle, every bit of coarseness, every bit of man is all mine.
I push his boxers down his ass, enjoying how he has the right amount of firmness down there too. Everything about him is perfect and every bit mine to enjoy until we grow old and dusty together.
Hunter’s hands are magic, massaging my pussy so delicately, his fingers slipping into me, exploring me so wholly and completely. My own hands round his hips, and feel how hard he is for me.
“I’m surprised no one noticed me walking around with chubs all day,” he whispers as I grasp his length. “The anticipation of having you again made it hard to keep down.”
“You’re not a hormonal teenager anymore, so you can control it better than you think you can.”
“Can I? I swear it’s visible. Look for it in the wedding video. It’ll be like some sort of easter egg.”
I slap him on the back playfully with one hand as I jerk him with the other. He pays me back by stepping up his massage, and the fires of pleasure rage through me stronger as he does so. I’m dripping wet for him, and yearning for him to just out and out fuck me already, but Hunter never plays like that. As he’s gotten to know me more and more, he’s learned that he can make me come multiple times, and tonight is going to be no different.
I lie on my side as he moves his fingers inside me, a thumb on my clit, the other hand running down my body, squeezing my tits, massaging the rest of me, slapping my ass, making me writhe and buck against him, fucking myself on his fingers. All the while we’re still making out sloppily, tongues and lips in a frenzy, enjoying one another fully as if it's going out of style.
As I whip myself back and forth by his machinations, all I can do in return is to stroke him. Feel him throb. Caress his balls, heavy and hot as the rest of him. He smirks at my eagerness to please, but he knows that he’s the one in control right now. My heart pounds faster as the sensations he delivers to me are becoming too much to manage. I can’t help but melt into him like putty, to scream and yell for him, so turned on with everything he’s doing to me.
I give in. I come. I cry out for him. I let that sheer bliss take me, coming hard on his fingers. I might have even squirted a little.
Hunter’s smile grows as he watches me struggle against him. I writhe and shudder so fully, him holding me steady.
“Good, good. You’re all nice and warmed up for me now.”
“I’ve been warmed up for you since we got in,” I say, my voice hoarse and out of breath from screaming for him.
“Better safe than sorry.”
“Not that I didn’t enjoy the warm-up, but I want you, Hunter. I need you. Inside me. Fully. Fucking me. Taking me. Filling me. Give it all to me, my love.”
He purrs as he spreads my legs farther apart, bringing his cock to my mound, and rubbing himself against me.
I take hold of his member, and guide him straight toward my slit, spreading myself wide. The delight of feeling him tickle my pussy lips never gets old, always getting me a little wetter in anticipation of what’s to come. I guide him in, and then Hunter takes it the rest of the way, filling me fully as I commanded him to.
“Are we consummated now, or is that when we finish?”
“I have no idea.”
“Does it matter?”
“Absolutely not. Just fuck me, you goofball.”
He lets out a hearty chuckle, before obeying me once more. He always takes it slow and steady at first, letting me get used to all of the wonderful friction that his cock brings, how it slides in and out of my tightness so easily yet so smoothly.
The fires of bliss aren’t fully extinguished from his hand, so it’s easy for them to start burning again. Every stroke of his cock made them burn hotter, ready to push past the heat his fingers brought. I grind against his dick, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. We kiss, before my moans break away, and I throw myself into him even more.