Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
I tightened my legs around his waist, locking my ankles, holding him closer to me. I wanted more—I wanted to feel more, breathe less, just ride this wave of closeness and intimacy with him.
He released my hands and forced me to release the vice-like grip I had around his waist. His large hands slid up my legs, and he forced them shut, tilting his head as he adjusted so both of my ankles were on his right shoulder.
Then, he looked me dead in the eye and thrust into me. I tilted my head back as his rougher movements in my tighter pussy sent heat through me. Desperately, I clawed and grasped at the sheets for some kind of stability, and Fred gripped my thigh with his free hand, holding me in place.
Mercy.
I was completely and utterly at his mercy, and I wanted nothing more than to stay here.
Even as the corners of my vision went fuzzy and my muscles tightened with the approach of my orgasm, I would have pleaded with him not to stop if I had it within me to form any words at all.
Sweet, hot pleasure washed through me, and Fred buried himself inside me, rocking me gently through it. The soft movements dragged it out, forcing wave after wave of gentle euphoria to roll over me, and I breathed heavily, reaching out for him.
“Did… Did you…”
He chuckled, lowering my legs. “We aren’t done yet, my pretty wife.”
Well.
Him calling me that with his cock inside me should be illegal.
Fred pulled out of me and kissed me roughly, then whispered, “Roll over.”
My heart thundered even more if it were possible, but I did as he said and flipped over onto my belly. He palmed my arse as if he wanted me to raise it, so I somehow forced myself onto my knees, leaving my head on the bed.
If I had to use my arms, I would die.
I peeked back over my shoulder. He had his cock in his hand, and he put one foot on the bed, and used his other hand to spread my arse cheek. He stared at me for a moment, then pushed inside me, and I cried out.
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
He hissed out a breath, and I buried my face in my forearms, my still-sensitive pussy tightening around him. This angle was different, deeper, more intense, and as he gripped my hips and moved so quickly that the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, I lost it quicker than I ever thought possible.
He didn’t stop this time, though.
He kept going, even as I cried out over and over, and I had no idea if it was just one long orgasm or a series of small ones ricocheting through my being. All I knew was that it was the most incredible feeling, and I wanted to cry because it was so overwhelming.
“Fred… P-please,” I breathed, arching my back. “I can’t—”
“Just a little longer,” he said, slowly pulling out of me. He lay beside me on the bed and pulled me into his arms, kissing me gently. His tongue tangled against mine, and I ran my hand up his body to his neck, cradling the side of it.
It was slow and easy, like a kiss we were always meant to share.
“Get on top of me,” he murmured against my mouth. “I need more, Deli. So fucking bad.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
After all, I hadn’t seen the thing I wanted to.
I wanted to watch as he fell apart because of me, and looking down at him while he did that could only make it better.
I positioned my hands either side of his head, and he reached between us, holding his cock still. I rocked for a moment, then eased myself down, shivering at the tenderness inside me.
Fred let out a long groan and grabbed my hips, pushing himself deeper. He adjusted his legs, but I kicked my foot against his thigh, forcing him to stop.
“Why do you get all the fun?” I whispered.
He froze.
I reached back and grabbed his hands one by one, linking our fingers, and pinned them on the bed by his head. His eyes widened briefly, but his cock got harder inside me, and I smiled.
“My turn.” I kissed him, and he relented, falling into my pace as I began to move my hips. I had no idea how long I could keep this up for, but I couldn’t let him have all the power.
I needed the upper hand.
If only for a few minutes.
Just to see what I could do to him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips in time with mine. “Shit, Deli. Don’t you dare stop.”
He broke free of my grip on him and clamped down on my body, one arm wrapping around my waist and the other cradling the back of my head. He held me tightly without taking over the pace, and just when I thought I could no longer take it, I pulled out the last trick in my arsenal.