Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He might not be the perfect man, but he’s the perfect man for me.
“I want to ride your cock, Thorn. Can I?’
“Honestly, I should say no and punish you more, but can I do that another night?”
“Yes. My goodness, yes,” I rasp.
“I’d really like you to ride my dick, Effy. Nice and slow, so you don’t hurt yourself, and then as fast and hard as you want to. Don’t be afraid to be rough with me. I can take it as long as you and the bus can take it.”
“Oh, the bus can take it. I built her right.”
“Good to hear.” His hands bracket my hips and steady me as I take his cock to my entrance.
I sink down slowly, stretching myself, the same burning, sharp, painful pleasure exploding all around me like it did the first time. Muscle memory is a thing, and my brain is jogged now.
I should take it slow and easy, but I’m so desperate that I go for broke and basically impale myself. I throw my face forward, burying my scream in Thorn’s shoulder.
“Holy sweet—oh my…are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer, wriggling tentatively to make sure I didn’t break myself. Nope, I’m okay. Just stretched and stuffed full. Way too full, and way before I should be, but it’s good. The delicious sensation of wild, hot, and disarming pleasure steals over me. “I’m okay.”
He blows out a sigh of relief. I clench around him on purpose, and that breath stops mid-gust, getting cut right the heck off.
There’s all sorts of pain, but this is the best kind. When I start to move, I’m sore, and I’ll be even more sore tomorrow, but it’s okay. Tomorrow is tomorrow, and right now, I love every single overwhelming sensation.
I work him hard, jerking my hips, but it’s nearly impossible to do what I want to do in a small space. The bed would have been a better option. I made sure I got the full queen deal in here without the scary overhead feeling where you’re basically crammed into the ceiling. My claustrophobia never would have been able to handle that.
We aren’t going over to the bed. I’m not letting Thorn leave this bench. He is not carrying me, not with his side like that, and I know he’d try to be a gentleman. Plus, I don’t want him to move past thrusting deeper and deeper into me. We’ll make it work.
And we do.
Because he helps.
He’s so strong that it’s easy for him to guide me up and down his cock. He basically picks me up by my ass cheeks, all while being ridiculously gentle, guides me over his length, and then slams me back down. I do most of the slamming, and he’s the one trying to catch me. I love the feeling of him bottoming out inside me. I love being able to take all of him, even though he’s basically rocking a freaking vegetable garden with a blue ribbon zucchini.
Oh my god. I am so not going to laugh right now because that would ruin the mood completely. It’s a good thing I can barely breathe.
I arch my spine, getting a little bit out of control. I’m not an acrobat, yet here I am, trying to be a sex goddess.
Thorn is there for everything I try and do. He anticipates every single movement. It’s still all stretch and burn, and having him so deep blasts shivers of red-hot sensation through my muscles and straight into my cells and bloodstream until all I am is basically half a feral beast, desperate and needy for him.
“Are you close?” he bites out and then literally sinks his teeth into my neck just hard enough to shock me. In the literal and figurative sense.
“So close.”
“Good. Thank goodness. Yes. Because I’m about at the point where I’m going to have scrotum damage if I don’t come inside you immediately.”
Nope. I’m still not going to laugh and ruin the mood. I don’t think that’s a thing, but I do feel like he thinks it’s a thing.
“We can’t have that. Just one more. One more time, Thorn. Yes, oh my god. Right there. Right…”
He hits all those crazy spots when he rams inside me again, and the world goes dark except for a series of bright lights that burst all over the place. I don’t even know if I have my eyes open or closed because it’s all painted in white and black, hot stars and dark night, and white-hot heat and blankets of pleasure that cloak every inch of me.
Thorn’s cock swells inside me, and I swear I can feel it despite my walls clenching like mad around him. He grasps me harder so he doesn’t fling me off of him as he thrusts deep inside and comes hard and hot, filling me as my inner muscles spasm around him.