Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Oh my god, what is he saying? But the sensation in my ass is delicious and I let out a throaty moan.
“Oh, fuck, Liam—” I gasp, shuddering as he strokes the two spots in tandem. The pleasure is so sharp it almost hurts. I can feel how drenched I am, slick pooling on his hand, and the thought that he’s making me into his perfect slut makes me delirious.
He fucks me like this, one finger in my ass and the other hand working my cunt, until I’m wild with it, crying and mewling while squeezing my own nipples. “Good girl,” he keeps saying, and every time he does, I get closer.
He pulls out just before I come, and rolls me onto my belly, hips in the air. “Stay like that,” he commands, and I do, needy and compliant. He slides behind me, lining his cock up at my entrance, but before he pushes in, he leans over, planting a kiss on the small of my back.
“You ready, Simone?” he asks.
I whimper, “Yes,” and he slides into my steaming vag, slow and steady, filling me to the hilt. He’s huge, and I feel every inch, the stretch perfect, overwhelming.
“Ahhhh!” I cry out, throwing my head back. “Unnnnh!”
“You have such a horny, hungry cunt,” Liam rasps in back of me. “Fuck, my little fuckslut is so wet.”
He thrusts with deliberate care, pulling all the way out and then plunging deep. I can hear how wet I am, every stroke a slick, obscene sound. The bed rocks under us, but I barely notice—I’m lost in the heat and fullness, the sensation of being entirely possessed.
“Ooooh!” is my wordless wail.
He keeps one hand on my hip, guiding me back onto him, while the other snakes around to rub my clit. I shatter almost instantly, the orgasm ripping through me so hard I scream into the pillow. He rides me through it, never stopping, his own breathing wild.
I feel him start to lose control, the rhythm getting frantic, and with a final loud roar, the huge man slams into me deep as his penis pulses, spraying jism all over my fertile fields. But then his roar morphs into a scream, and I turn immediately to look at him over one shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” I gasp.
“Oh shit, I don’t have a condom on,” he says in a panicked voice even as his cock continues to pulse virile jizz into my squeezing pussy. “Oh shit oh shit!”
But I merely back my ass up, so that he can’t pull out.
“It’s fine,” I moan as climax overtakes me again. “You’re safe, Liam. You’re fine. Come in me hard, fast and unprotected. It’s what I want.”
Liam lets out another roar, spurts of hot spunk spraying into my depths. We moan and pant and cry out, our pleasure twining into an ecstatic haze as we enjoy each other’s bodies to the max. Finally, Liam slams into me a last time, and then I feel the hot splash inside, his cock twitching as he empties himself fully. For a second, everything is white noise and rushing blood.
He stays inside, collapsing gently on top of me, arms caging me in. We’re both slick with sweat, chests heaving, bodies tangled.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans. “Goddamn.”
After a minute, he pulls out, and a rush of sticky warmth leaks down my thighs. I flop onto my back, staring at the ceiling in a daze of pleasure.
The handsome man props himself up on one elbow, looking at me like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. He brushes damp hair from my cheek and kisses me, soft and sweet.
“Are you okay?” he whispers. “Did I hurt you?”
I laugh. “More than okay, and no, I’m totally fine.”
He pulls me onto his chest, tucks the comforter around us, and holds me tight. His heart is pounding, but it slows as I stroke his side, mapping every rib, every scar.
We lie there in the dark, the only sound our breathing and the far-off hiss of the house settling for the night.
I could live here, I think. Not in the house, necessarily. But in this moment, on his skin, in the hush between words.
I fall asleep with his arms around me, utterly safe, utterly ruined.
In the morning, I’ll wake with his smell in my hair and his mark on my body. But for now, the night is endless, and we are the only two people in the world.
12
THE MORNING AFTER
SIMONE
Ismile and yawn a bit, looking at the light. It’s incredibly gorgeous—shards of sun pouring through Liam’s kitchen windows, turning every dust mote in the room into a diamond. I’m wearing nothing except for his dress shirt, and yet totally comfortable, sitting at his kitchen island with my legs swinging like I’m five. My toes brush the cabinet beneath, every few seconds making a hollow thunk that echoes in the silence.