Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
After giving me a second to acclimate to his size, he withdraws to the tip before he rams back in.
I moan, words above me.
I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he would be extraordinary in bed, but I had no idea it would be this good. This man is a machine built to give pleasure, and I’m the lucky bitch currently being served a slice of his brilliance.
I mewl when Nero slaps my ass cheek several long minutes later, reddening it, before he says, “Your ass, printsessa… fucking perfection.” I’m blindsided by an unexpected orgasm when he murmurs his wicked thoughts out loud. “I can’t wait to customize it to my cock. It will look so sexy wearing my marks, inside and out.”
Once I’ve finished screaming through a toe-curling climax, my throat feels as raw as the chafe of my nipples from running back and forth over the marble countertop. It isn’t a hurtful pain. More a realization of how much longer sex lasts when you’re doing it for pleasure instead of a chore.
We’ve been fucking like a well-oiled machine for almost an hour. Even with foreplay, that was unheard of with Roy. He got off and then climbed off. Deed done.
The same can’t be said for Nero. Our moves are synchronized and effortless, and our bodies are slicked with an even amount of sweat.
We fuck like we could be together for an eternity, and that the sparks will never diminish.
I could only pray to be so lucky.
As Nero drives me to the brink of ecstasy, his hips thrusting like he heard my negative thoughts, my moans ramp up from breathless to ear-piercing.
In minutes, I’m lost in the throes of lust, not a bad thought to be had.
I love how hard he takes me, and his impressive stamina. I truly believe that our mash-up is as pleasurable for him as it is for me. His grunts announce this, not to mention how thick his cock becomes when I show him my weight hasn’t altered my flexibility.
I balance on my tippy-toes before lifting my right knee onto the kitchen counter, opening myself to him more.
When I peer back at him over my shoulder, the pure delight on his face is almost my undoing. I clamp down hard on his cock as shivers rake my spine.
“There’s my butterfly,” Nero murmurs when our eyes lock and hold while I tremor through signs of an earthshattering climax.
He winks like he knows my confidence thrives under his hooded watch, before he fucks me like a maniac. He pumps into me on repeat, stealing the air from my lungs while the walls of my vagina beg to milk his cock of his cum.
A familiar tightening stretches across my lower stomach when I see his struggle not to come written all over his face.
He likes what he sees as much as I do, and he is never one to hold back on the praise.
“Look at how well you’re taking my cock, printsessa. You have me so hard my cum is going to rocket out of me and fill you up.”
“Oh god,” I pant when his next words make my mind spiral.
“I hope you’re not ovulating, as you’ve got me so hard nothing will stop me from making you wholly mine. Not a pill….” Thrust. “Not a wife…” Thrust. “Not a man who had no fucking clue he had a plethora of perfection right under his nose for fourteen fucking years.” Thrust.
I shake as waves crest in my stomach. Yes, waves. There are more than one.
Roy wouldn’t even discuss the possibility of having a child until I was below one hundred and forty pounds. He said the risks were too high and that I needed to be below my goal weight to ensure I could get back to it after carrying his child for nine months.
He made it sound so unappealing that I thought motherhood wasn’t for me.
Nero makes me feel different. He looks like he wants to impregnate me now, and in all honesty, if he asked, I doubt I’d object.
That’s insane to admit, but it is the most honest I’ve ever been.
Fortunately, for the sake of my sanity that will inevitably return once I’m no longer being screwed into oblivion, I’ve taken birth control religiously for fourteen years.
So, for now, this is purely about pleasure and the record number of orgasms Nero is willing to give me. It was five last night. I feel like today’s efforts are going to stretch further than that.
My wild thoughts are proven accurate when Nero withdraws, flips me over, then buries his head back between my legs. “Still hungry. Need another helping.”
15
NERO
I eat Miranda’s delectable cunt until she screams my name twice and not an ounce of the numerous mistakes Swamp Dick made can be seen in her eyes. Then I step back.