Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” I whisper.
Moving slowly and gently, Burke slides himself into me. I close my eyes and groan as bolts of lightning crackle over my body. He’s so long and thick that having him inside of me hurts a little bit. I’m being stretched wide open. And yet, at the same time, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and the exhilaration and pleasure I feel are so intense that it steals my breath. It’s as if that slight pinch of pain heightens the pleasure.
Fully sheathed inside of me, Burke begins to move. The friction of his stiff cock sliding along the walls of my sex touches off explosions of pleasure that have my head spinning. He never breaks eye contact as he moves in a sinuous rhythm on top of me. His muscles flex and ripple as I graze my fingertips over them, they contract and release, and he shivers slightly.
Burke leans down and kisses me, then nips at my collarbone before flicking his tongue across my nipples. The combination of sensations makes me shudder and moan. My entire body tightens, and before I realize what’s happening, it explodes with pleasure. As I writhe beneath him, dragging my nails across his back, Burke keeps moving within me. He drives his cock deep inside of me, holding himself there as I come.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I press my head into the pillows, gripping his forearms as if I feared being swept away by the force and tide of my orgasm. Slowly, the trembling eases, and I stare up into his honey-colored eyes, feeling dizzy, breathless, spent. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I feel weightless. Boneless.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper.
A squeal bursts when Burke suddenly rolls me over so I’m straddling him. He pushes his cock even deeper up into me, and I bite my lips as I’m hit with that slight pinch of pain, again. It’s quickly washed away by a rush of pleasure so intense, I nearly come again. But I manage to stave it off and lose myself in the feeling of having him so deep inside of me. I begin to roll my hips in rhythm with his thrusts as he slides up and down. I ride on that long, rigid staff, his wonderful manhood driving me towards another orgasm.
I stare down at him as I move in a languid, sensual rhythm. His face is etched with pleasure as he explores my body with his hands, caressing the curves of my hips and ass, before finally cupping my breasts. Burke raises himself up and takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he lightly pinches the other. I stutter and gasp, momentarily losing my rhythm. He slips his hand behind my neck and pulls me down into a long, slow, wet kiss that makes my heart feel like it’s stopped.
I slowly roll my hips again, picking up my pace, and every time his cock hits that spot deep within me, I shudder. The pressure is building low within me, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer. As if he can read my body as well as I can, Burke grabs me by the hips and pulls me down onto him even harder. He moves his hips, thrusting himself into me slowly, but firmly. I feel like I’m on fire and I grip his chest, my nails burrowing into his skin.
He holds my gaze as we roll together, our bodies colliding. The feeling of his staff gliding inside of me is too much, and I throw my head back. Burke cries out and buries himself deep inside of me, and I feel his cock swell. A moment later, he bursts, and I feel the rush of his warm, sticky seed. I moan, and we both tremble wildly as we’re enveloped by a sensual euphoria.
Burke hisses as I dig my nails into his chest harder, gripped by an orgasm even more powerful than the last. We cling together until we’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from the moment. I collapse on top of him, breathless, my head swimming, just reveling in the warmth of being filled with his seed. I curl up beside him and lay my head on his chest, tracing lazy circles on his flat, taut belly with my fingertip. Burke gently strokes my hair, and for a long moment, we’re silent, simply enjoying this bubble of bliss.
“I’ve never felt safer or more cared for by anybody,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “You say you’re not a hero, but I disagree. You’re definitely my hero.”
A long moment passes, and I don’t think he’s going to respond, but I feel him draw in a breath and let it out slowly.