Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She cried out at the stretch, her hands once again tightening in my hair, and held on.
“Romeo, please,” she begged.
I pulled back slightly and inched back inside.
But she was tight, and I had to go slow or I’d hurt her.
“Fuckin’ Christ, Mable,” I growled through gritted teeth. “You’re really tight.”
She stilled, her eyes a little wide. “Too tight?”
“Never,” I promised, my gaze now fully fixed on hers as I continued the slow rock of my hips, inching in more and more. “We’ll fit just fine, darlin’. It just takes time.”
She bit her lip, and a thought occurred to me. “You’re not a virgin, are you, baby?”
She snorted. “No. But I can’t say that people are lining up at my door.”
“Pity for them,” I growled as I finally sank completely inside of her. “More for me.”
She keened when I hit that spot deep inside of her. “There you are.”
I growled and leaned down, catching that lip she still had clamped between her teeth, and pulled it free.
She gasped at the move because it sent me impossibly deep.
“Hold on to me,” I ordered. “I want to fuck you.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around my body, her ankles barely able to hook at my back.
When I had her fully secured, I fucked her like I’d been dreaming about.
She cried out at the first solid thrust, her knees tightening around my hips. “Romeo!”
I buried my face into her neck and continued to thrust.
The feel of her slick, tight heat was nearly debilitating.
Tight.
Wet.
Very wet.
“Fuck,” I stilled. “Condom.”
“Birth control,” she cried out. “Don’t stop, Romeo!”
I picked up the same pace, taking her fast and hard.
Most women didn’t like this pace and depth. It was rough and didn’t really work well because I was as big as I was. But Mable didn’t complain.
Even though she’d be sore tomorrow, I was sure.
Forcing myself to slow down was impossible, and I prayed that this position would be enough to get her off.
I was barreling straight toward an orgasm that I knew would break me.
“Romeo,” she whispered into my ear. “I’m going to come.”
“Thank fuck,” I said, continuing with the same speed, pace, and depth. “Because I was about to go without you.”
She didn’t reply, which was for the best. I didn’t think I could continue to form coherent sentences.
She growled the cutest growl, then her body arched against mine.
I felt her pussy start to spasm around me and thanked my lucky stars as I allowed myself to let go.
Her orgasm and mine coincided, pulling both of us into a downward spiral that was as close to what I had a feeling death felt like.
My eyes closed. My brain soared. My body went offline.
My cock jerked.
My cum spurted out of me to fill her.
And I groaned into her neck.
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Holy shit.”
My breathing was coming in pants as I pulled away from her neck and allowed my forehead to rest against hers.
“You can say that again,” I mumbled.
She slid her fingers along the muscles of my shoulders before settling with both hands against my neck.
“I want to do that again. And again. And again. For the rest of my life,” she whispered. “How much money do you have? Can you quit with me?”
I snorted. “Enough to get by for a year or so. That okay with you?”
She snorted too. “Maybe we’ll have it worked out of our systems by then.”
Reluctantly I pulled away, but not far.
And I took her with me when I went.
I walked us straight into the shower stall where I turned it on full blast, tempering the heat slightly between the scald your skin off setting and the setting that I normally liked to take it at.
I knew she liked it warmer.
There was no way I could deal with her idea of “perfect shower temperature,” though.
I wanted to be able to feel her hands on my skin for the foreseeable future, and if I had second-degree burns to contend with, I wouldn’t get that.
“Ahh,” she said as she finally allowed her feet to slide from around my hips. “Not as warm as I’d like, but I can deal.”
I snorted as I pulled my still-hard cock from her pussy.
We both groaned.
“Sore?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
I grinned. “You will be.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’ll just have to be gentler with me next time.”
“I’ll certainly try,” I teased as I reached for the shampoo that she’d left at my place. We now had toiletries at both places. “Close your eyes.”
She did, and I worked the shampoo into her hair.
My fingers dug into her scalp, and she groaned.
I fully expected her to question me more on what we’d talked about before this had all happened, but she didn’t say a word.
She silently allowed me to take care of her, not saying a word. Not even when we were done in the shower.