Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
She places my cock at her entrance and I just sink into her. The head of my cock feels her heat and wetness and then every thought leaves my head and I slam into her. She’s so fucking tight, it takes me a second to breathe before I move my hips. I place my hands on the bed as I fuck her. Her hands are on my face, our mouths open but not touching as we both pant out. Her eyes are closed for half the time and all I can do is watch her. She licks her lips and then calls my name, “Kirby.”
“Right here, baby,” I say, my tongue coming out to slide into her mouth once as my cock pounds into her. She holds on to my arm with one hand and wraps the other around my shoulder. Her left leg moves over my shoulder, making my cock sink into her deeper. Both of us groan out when I get deeper in her. “I don’t know how much longer I can last,” I admit to her between clenched teeth, the hand on my arm now on my shoulder.
“Don’t hold back,” she urges. “Show me how much you want me.” Her eyes move from mine to between us, making me look down.
“Look at how your pussy takes my cock.” The minute I say that, she gets tighter. “So tight for me.” I pull out and then slam back in a couple of times. “So fucking wet.” She closes her eyes for a second before opening them back up. “You going to come on my cock?”
“Yes.” She nods her head and my forehead falls to hers as I fuck her with everything I have. I move my right hand from beside her to over her head, gripping it in my hand as I fuck her harder than I want to. The harder I fuck her, the tighter she becomes. She arches her neck and moans out before coming back and sliding her tongue into my mouth at the same time she comes on my cock. Her pussy’s so tight it’s hard to pull out, even an inch. She holds on to my face, her fingertips gripping me as she gushes over my cock. “I can’t,” she mewls, shocked. “It’s happening again.”
“Let it,” I urge her. “Ride it out, baby.” Before she even finishes riding the first orgasm, she comes again. This time I can’t fight it back; my balls tighten as I come. Our eyes lock on each other as if she knows I need to see her eyes. Her eyes lock on to mine as if she needs to see mine. My mouth devours hers as my thrusts slow down, until I’m just planted to the root inside of her. “Jesus,” I say, turning to the side and taking her with me, “you’ve fucking ruined me.” I look at her face as she looks at me, her eyes going down as she tries not to smile but fails. My arms wrap around her, not wanting to ever let her go. I kiss her nose before she buries her face in my neck.
“I want to stay like this forever, but I have to get rid of the condom,” I inform her as I slide away from her, “and then we need some food.” I stand on the side of the bed, watching her turn to her side to watch me. Her perfect fucking body is on display and my cock, which should be going down right about now, wants a round two, then probably three and might settle after four. “You want to come with me?” I motion with my head toward the bathroom. “Or do you want me to bring you a rag?”
“I’ll come with you,” she says, getting off of the bed and standing next to me. “Um, is that normal?” She points to my cock that is still hard.
“No.” I shake my head and slip my hand in hers as I make my way over to the bathroom. “But then again, nothing with you, Lexi, is normal.” I walk into the bathroom and she looks around. “Give me a second and I’ll get out of your way and you can do your thing.” I walk over to the toilet and pull the condom off of me, before grabbing tissues and tossing it in the trash. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” I stop beside her and bend to kiss her neck.
“Okay,” she says and I walk over and slip on my briefs before walking down the steps and to the front door where our food is waiting. Turning, I walk back into the open-concept room. The dining room off the massive kitchen is right in front of the four big couches that face the television. The whole back of the house is floor-to-ceiling windows, showing you the ocean. It’s the same view from the bedroom, but I don’t have any shades in this room. The windows also all slide open if you want. I walk to the cabinets, taking out two plates and look over when I hear footsteps. She walks into the room wearing one of my Warriors T-shirts. “I borrowed this,” she says. “I hope it’s okay.”