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)
“If I fuck you any harder—” he grits between clenched teeth.
“If you fuck me any harder,” I can barely say, his cock hitting the sweet spot over and over, “I’ll feel you all day tomorrow.” He fucks me with abandon, making me slam into him over and over again. My eyes roll behind my head when I come again. “It’s right—”
“I feel it,” he growls between clenched teeth. “Feel you strangling my cock.” I try to keep my eyes open but I can’t, I just go with the feeling. “Need to get deeper,” he says and I’m about to say if you go any deeper, you’ll be in my throat. He pulls out of me and I moan out in frustration, wanting him to get back inside me. He flips me like I’m a rag doll to my back.
Holding one foot in his hand and the other leg pushed back, he slides his cock into me. “That’s deeper.” He pulls out slowly before he slams back into me again, letting go of my legs and leaning down on the bed. One hand is beside my hip, the other around my waist, pulling me up to him. His cock goes so deep in my pussy, I have to put my hands on the headboard behind me and my head falls back.
He moves his hand from beside me to hold my ass as he puts one knee on the bed for support before I sit on his lap. The hand around my waist moves up to the middle of my back, while my nose plays with his as he moves me up and down on his cock. His tongue slides into my mouth as I ride him, or rather, how he makes me ride him.
“I want to ride you,” I tell him when he lets go of my mouth. He places his other knee on the bed, my pussy still impaled on his cock as he moves over to the headboard, turning, and sitting down with his back against it.
“Then ride me, baby,” he urges, his hands coming up to roll my nipples as I put my knees by his hips. “Ride me good.” I put my hands on the top of the fabric headboard beside his head and move myself up and down on his cock. His hands go to my ass, slapping one cheek, my movement speeding up a touch when he does that.
“Your pussy gets tighter every time I smack you,” he states, sucking in one of my nipples that bounce by his mouth, biting down on it just enough for me to move faster and faster. I pant out and lean forward, our mouths connecting as his body rubs my back to my ass and back up again. I feel his hands everywhere, and I know I’m about to come again. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex, but with Kirby it’s like he knows how to get more out of me.
“Going to come, baby, after you finish coming on my cock,” he informs me and I can’t even focus on what he is saying, I’m just chasing the feeling of exploding. “Going to flip you on your back, lick your pussy, and then come right on your landing strip.”
All I can do is nod as my head falls back and I come on his cock over and over again, feeling like I’m floating out of this universe. He flips me to my back, his mouth going on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, but his fingers fuck me so hard it feels like his knuckles are trying to get into my skin. All I can do is try to open my legs wider to give him more space.
“Come on my tongue,” he commands, his other hand coming up and pressing down on my clit, moving it side to side. Just like that, I’m jumping off this cliff I’ve never been on, so high I don’t even care where I fall. “Fuck, you gushed all over me.”
He moves his hand from my clit and then I slowly open my eyes, his fingers still in me slowly moving, but he’s got his cock in his hand. I try to move my hand up to help him, but I’m spent. “Baby.” He aims his cock for my landing strip and white cum shoots right on it. Once, twice, three times before he’s pressing his cock down and moving his cum all around me, his cock still shooting some more. “Mine,” he claims, “all fucking mine.”
I smile when he collapses beside me on his back, his chest rising and falling as if he just spent the last hour running a marathon. “I think you killed me.”
One of my legs falls to the side and I move my hand to his hip. “I can’t move,” I tell him. “Tried to help you come on me, and I couldn’t move my hand.” I turn my head to watch him with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I turn to look at his ceiling. “Or I’m having a stroke.”