Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
But what helped more was his other hand at my hip that snaked around to find my clit, circling it slowly…methodically.
I moaned into my fist, biting the knuckle, as I started to rock my hips.
With each rock on my part, he sank in a little further in. And further. And further still.
I’d just decided that he should stop, once again getting uncomfortable, when he paused, and started to retreat.
Oh, good! I’d finally met the end of him.
But when he came back inside moments later, he didn’t stop where he had before, but kept going.
I gasped, unsure that if I could take him, but then he pinched my clit, and I felt a jolt of electricity zip through me.
Each time I started to think I couldn’t take any more of him, he’d do something with his hips or his fingers, and I’d forget for a few seconds that he was as big as he was.
And then he came to an end—either of me or him. I wasn’t sure.
Whatever the reason he stopped, I wasn’t complaining.
Maybe this sex thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Maybe if I…
He pulled out an inch, and ground himself back into me, making my heart skip a beat.
That felt good.
Really, really good.
Then he did it again. And again. And again.
Each time he moved those hips, something inside me started to build.
It started out small, almost inconsequential.
I could ignore it.
But as he continued, that tiny thing—that ball of need inside of me—started to grow.
One second I was praying for it to end, and the next I was pushing back against him, urging him for more.
More something…I didn’t know what.
He obviously did, though, because moments later he was holding my hips as he thrust fully into me and then immediately pulled all the way out, allowing his cock to kiss the entrance to my pussy, before he slammed back inside.
It was then that I realized that I was taking not just some of him, but all of him.
His curly pubic hair was hitting my ass with each thrust and grind of his hips, and his balls were beating heavily against my clit.
My eyes were crossing as I started to pant, and as much as I wanted to move my hips in time to his thrusts, he held me immobile. Practically forcing me to take what he had to give and like it.
And oh boy, did I like it.
I liked it a lot.
Way more than I thought I would.
Then something inside of me snapped.
I cried out, Evander grunted in surprise at the force and speed of my orgasm, and I completely unraveled around him.
I lost my battle to stay upright shortly after that, falling flat to my belly.
Evander followed me down, and rocked his big body above mine, using me like only he could use me.
I felt his beard tickle my shoulder, and his sweat drip onto my neck.
Not once did I stop him, though.
Not only could I not, but I didn’t want to.
Feeling that big body above mine was enough for the orgasm train to start pulling out of the station again.
And I likely would’ve accomplished another one had Evander not shuddered above me. His cock jerked, and I felt the hot splash of him filling me up, one jerk at a time, until he stilled completely.
Nothing broke the silence but our gasping breaths.
I could feel his hammering heart against my back, and I wanted to hold him tight.
My hands refused to work, however, leaving me laying underneath him while he worked up enough energy to roll over. Which didn’t happen for at least two minutes.
“Goddammit,” he groaned, moving with me, rolling me over with him, keeping us connected as he did.
I gasped as cold air met my overheated skin.
“You okay?” he rumbled, smoothing his hand down the middle of my chest.
I nodded against him, feeling my hair sliding down over my face and to his chest beneath me.
And that’s about when I realized that this position wasn’t very comfortable.
Overall, Evander was a hard guy. He had muscles on top of muscles, and although they were beautiful to look at, they weren’t all that comfortable to lay on.
“What do we do now?” I asked, wondering if he cared if we got the bed messy.
Because I could feel it between my legs. It was pouring out around his cock now, which was quickly deflating inside of me.
Was it supposed to happen that fast?
Porn never showed that stuff…what happens after.
Should I get up and run to the bathroom? Should I grab for the sheet that I could feel around my ankle? What about my shirt?
I’d just about decided that my shirt would be the best option when he dealt with it for me, handing me a t-shirt—his—and ordering me to catch it as he lifted me by the hips.