Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Oh, God.”
“You owe me for torturing me, baby. I need you to wrap that hand of yours around my cock and make me come.”
I slowly turn so that I’m facing him. My heart is pounding away, and the beat seems to center between my legs because my clit is throbbing. I look at Ford and he moves to his back. He’s completely naked and I take a minute to drink him in. His body is a work of art, covered in ink, golden and tanned skin, as if kissed by the gods. My gaze drops down to take in his massive cock. He’s long and wide. I’m not good at measuring, but it’s definitely intimidating. The dark ruddy hue is beautiful. I can feel myself getting wetter than I already was at the thought of taking him inside me. Large veins are evident along the shaft. I lick my tongue, imagining licking and kissing each and every one of them.
I reach my hand out. His girth is such that I can barely wrap my hand around it. I briefly wonder if he will even fit inside me. I’ve only had two lovers. Andrew was good, but his size wasn’t in any way comparable to Ford. Benny was small and wasn’t good, even when he was trying to be. I hold him firmly and stroke slowly, licking my lips. Pre-cum slides over the head as Ford groans.
“God, that feels good, Grace,” he groans.
I shift so that I can drape my body over him. The heat of his body brands my skin. I hold the base of his cock firmly in my grip, tilting my head down to run my tongue against his head. I lick, taking his pre-cum inside and moaning as the taste of him explodes. It’s so good, I try again.
“Mm …”
“Fuck, baby,” he hums.
The need in his voice and the way he’s looking at me fuel my hunger for him. Before I can second guess myself, I slide my mouth down on him. I open wide to accommodate him. It’s almost painful, but the pleasure is more than worth it. I slide my tongue against the underside of his cock, then close my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat while holding him tight at the base sliding my mouth up and down, while watching the pleasure roll over his face, making me feel powerful. It’s so empowering that I go up on my knees to get a better angle. Groaning at the taste of him. His hands slide into my hair as he tries to take control, but I fight him, and he gets the message. The next moment, however, I feel his hand slide between my thighs. “Oh, God,” I cry as his fingers slide against my clit, rubbing it hard.
“You’re fucking soaked, Grace,” he practically snarls. And my legs tremble, because he’s right. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
I drop my mouth back on him, sucking him in deeply and, as if timing his moves with mine, his fingers push inside, fucking me with them in a steady and methodical movement that nearly makes me come instantly. I’m trying to concentrate on what I’m doing, but when he adds another finger and stretches his thumb up to grind on my clit, I lose it. My head goes back, and I cry out his name.
“Ford!”
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come for me. Come all over my hand.” He doesn’t have to tell me again. Almost as if I’m under his complete control, I come hard. I try to jack him with my hand at the same time, but the pleasure is so intense that my movements are erratic at best. He strokes me through my climax, bringing me down slowly, but I still whimper when his fingers completely slip from me. I want more.
“I need you inside me,” I insist through ragged breaths.
In response, he takes his free hand and rips the strap of my gown. The silky fabric gives easily and reveals my breast. My nipple is so hard that I’m amazed it’s not more painful. The fingers that were inside of me just moments before are now sliding against my exposed nipple. He rubs and pinches, while coating it in the evidence of my orgasm.
“Ford,” I whisper, his name coming out as a prayer and, in a way, it is.
He pulls my body up, and I have no choice other than to straddle his body. Once I situate myself, the hand on my hip presses me down and I go, trapping his wet cock against my folds as his shaft separates the lips of my pussy. I slide back and forth carefully, covering him with my cum. It’s so good that my body feels as if it’s on fire—throbbing for more of him.