Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I’m desperate to slide into her, but at the same time, I don’t want to move. I don’t want to undo anything. It’s like a spell has been cast over us and I don’t want it to break.
Her gaze falls on my mouth and she trails her finger over my lips, sweeping her tongue over her bottom lip. How can just the tip of her finger feel so good?
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut.
I crash my lips to hers and shift my erection between her legs. All I feel is hard and soft, need and desperation. All I want is her.
Twisting my hips, I rock over her slick folds, coating my cock in her wetness, my heart thudding—a warning that it doesn’t know if it can survive this. Survive Rosey.
Pulling away, I grab a condom and fumble with it, my fingers working too slow for the rest of my impatient body.
Rosey whimpers as I roll the condom down my shaft. “Now, Byron. Please.”
“That’s right, Rosey. I want to hear you. I want to know you, know what you want. I want to give you what you need.”
I pull in a breath, trying to steady myself, trying to regain some kind of control of the situation, but it’s futile. Something has taken over my body and I have no conscious choice left. I’m being driven by desire, and it’s pointless trying to wrestle the wheel away.
I position myself on top of her, my gaze flitting between where the tip of my cock rears toward her entrance and Rosey’s desperate expression. It’s not just her words that are begging me to fuck her. Her ripe, hard nipples, her hips undulating underneath me, the eyes that tell me she’d do anything to have me right now.
I’ve never recorded sex with a woman, but for a second, I wish there were cameras all around us. I can’t remember sex ever feeling this intense, this necessary, this important. I want it to go on forever, and then I want to replay it every day for the rest of my life.
I slide in slowly. Rosey’s eyes widen—half pleasure, half disbelief—and I swear to god, if the tight clench of her wasn’t about to kill me, her expression would finish the job. It’s too much. I can’t take it. I still, squeeze my eyes shut, try to focus on something outside this bedroom.
The rain has started again. The wind howls around the walls of the cabin, like it’s trying to get in. This is it. The storm. The big one. We should be listening for tornado warnings so we can get to the shelter, but at the moment, I know that’s impossible for both of us. There’s no going back now.
I breathe and slide deeper, never taking my eyes from her face. Her mouth falls open and she lets out a silent cry. I hear it in every cell of my body. This isn’t sex. This is some kind of transcendent, spiritual experience. My entire body is vibrating. I don’t know where I end and she begins.
“Okay?” I whisper.
“Byron.” It’s more than my name she’s saying. She’s asking me a question—is this as good for you as it is for me? She’s wondering whether she’s going to survive this. She’s asking for more.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I drive into her, slowly at first. Sweat already sheets my skin. My heart rate is already at max. I’m already too close to coming. I just want to circle the mountain, make this last, but I’m not sure I have any choice.
Her fingertips dig into the skin on my shoulders and I gasp, pushing up into her. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. She’s tight. So tight.
She bucks underneath me. I pin her down, her elbows at her waist, so I can fuck her. Hard. Fast. Deep.
She feels so delicate beneath me. I slam into her, desperate to show her how I own her now. I need her to know that I’m going to fuck her like no one else ever will. She’s going to remember this forever. She whimpers underneath me and her sounds power something new inside my chest. I feel like a fucking god with her under me, vulnerable and exposed. I feel like I rule the world right now.
I drive deeper into her, and she tenses before seeming to accept her fate. Like she’s let me in. Completely.
She comes hard, her back arching, her pussy milking my cock. It’s too much.
I can’t hold back any longer. I push in one last time, as deep as I can go, and empty myself into her.
All I can think is how I wish I wasn’t wearing a condom. How I need to be closer. How I wish I could fuck my seed into her.
Shit. Where did that thought come from?