Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Was telling him to go hard on me a smart thing to do? Probably not.
But no other man has pushed me to my limits.
All the men I’ve been with have been soft. Weak. And while I enjoyed having sex with them, I’ve loved the way Arlo fucks me. The way he touches me is as if I’m not breakable.
“I want you to get on your knees,” he says, his voice calm but his eyes wild and hungry.
I do as he says, lowering down onto one knee followed by the other, his floor cold against my skin. He moves behind me and unclasps my bra, baring me completely. He circles me once, then stops in front of me.
“Touch me,” he orders. I start to lift my hand, but he makes a tsking sound. “With your mouth.” I lick my lips as I lean forward slightly, his cock in my face. I flick my tongue over his tip, and he grunts, so I do it again. Then I take the whole head into my mouth.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks. I release him and then nod. “Say, please.”
“Please,” I beg. I’m already wet.
“Stay on your knees.”
I remain where I am as he steps behind me again. His hand caresses my shoulder, tracing it ever so lightly before it moves lower to my breast. He covers it with his palm and squeezes it. Hard. Then he skims his hand even lower, leaning over me until he finds my clit. His face is now next to mine, and he says, “Turn your head and kiss me.”
He plays with my clit while I slide my tongue into his open mouth. I feel him smile as I taste him. He kisses me back, keeping up the pressure he’s applying to my clit, then suddenly his touch is gone. I gasp when he pulls away, then I feel the coldness of the beads against my neck.
“Stand.”
Instantly, I obey, remaining silent as I manage to get to my feet. He doesn’t tighten the beads around my throat; he just has them wrapped there while he holds them as a rider holds on to a horse’s reins. His free hand slides down my back to the curve of my ass before I feel a slap. I flinch at the impact, but he has ahold of me, keeping me in place. Unable to move.
“Tell me, how wet are you?”
“Soaking,” I say breathlessly.
“Touch it.” He pulls back on the beads when I don’t move. “Touch yourself, now.”
I slide my hand between my legs, immediately feeling my wetness.
“Slip a finger inside.” I do as he says, and he doesn’t tighten the beads any further. I already feel them pinching my skin. “That’s my girl,” he says, his praise making me do the right thing. “Now, remove it and put it in my mouth.” He loosens the beads enough for me to turn around, and when I’m facing him, I lift my hand and slide my finger into his open mouth. His dark eyes are locked on mine as he wraps his tongue around my finger, taking it all. When he opens his mouth again, I pull my finger out.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
I’m nodding like a bobblehead before I can even get the words out.
“Manners,” he says, tightening the beads.
“Please, fuck me.”
He grins and lets the beads drop from my neck as he moves in closer. I push my body against him so I can feel his cock on my clit.
“So needy,” he croons.
I lift up on my tiptoes and kiss him as I dig my fingers into his waist and grind on him. He smirks against my lips and lets me rub myself on him, making his incredibly hard cock wet with my juices.
What can I say, I’m needy—for him.
Just as my breathing gets heavier and I feel myself on the verge of coming, he disappears. I stand there, panting, staring at the space where he just was. When I go to speak, the beads slip around my neck again, and he pulls hard. I know that will leave a mark. At the same time, his other hand grips my waist, and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks. Then he bends me forward just a little before he pushes straight into me.
And despite how large his cock is, he slides in perfectly, filling me up. My hands go to my throat because as he makes his first thrust, he tightens the beads, and I struggle to catch my breath. He releases the tension as he pulls out, then repeats the process on the next thrust. He sets a perfect rhythm—I catch my breath, and then it’s taken again—as he fucks me from behind. Sliding in and out of me, his beads more than likely bruising my skin, his cock punishing my pussy in the most delicious way, and his other hand snaking around to rub my overly sensitive clit.