Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” I growl. “What are you doing to me?”
“That’s your g-spot, baby,” he growls. He pulls back almost all the way, only to drive into me with the torturous slowness, pushing down against that magical spot into me with full care.
“My geez spot?” I pant, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the kaleidoscope of pleasure he took me so many times last night. Every sermon I ever heard comes into my mind. “Well, hallelujah.”
He laughs, all cocky. “G-spot.”
Another full penetration, and my body clamps down on him hard. He keeps me pressed against his body, not letting me move away. Woah nelly, this horse is on it’s way. “Ohhhh Davis, I’m gonna…”
“Atta fucking girl,” he growls, fucking me harder as he digs his huge hands into my ass. “Come for me. Come on this dick.”
“Yes, please, please. Oh my God,” I whine, my lips against the metal door. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh my god… I’m….”
His grunts get harder, his thrusts get more savage. “I’m gonna come, baby girl. And you’re gonna come with me. Right fucking now.”
“Yes,” I pant. “I’m… oh Davis…”
There it is. There it is. Filling my body with hot caramel bliss.
Behind me, I feel Davis shake along with me. His face rests in the crook of my neck. His growls join the thumps of my heartbeat. As he keeps thrusting into me, I feel his semen drip out of me, sliding down my thighs.
He hooks his arm under my hips to keep me where he wants me. My head spins with the strength of my pleasure, my body quivers with desire. And he keeps fucking me. I feel him spit hard into the crack of my ass. His first finger and then his first two fingers penetrate me. The searing pain of it only intensifies my pleasure. My pussy and now my ass spin white-hot circles inside me, shooting stars through my body like sparklers. Like explosions. Like white hot molten metal heat.
And the pleasure, oh my god, the pleasure… it’s almost… it’s just…
It’s more than I’ve ever…
More than I can even…
chapter ten
Davis
I fucked her until she fainted.
I. Fucked. Her. Until. She. Fainted.
She slumps down into a heap on the supply closet floor, and I crouch down beside her. “Baby. Wake up, baby,” I pinch her cheeks, brushing back her hair from her face.
“Baby girl. Wake up.”
Nothing. Fucking nothing. She is out.
Ho-leeee shit.
I run my hand through my hair, trying to get my bearings. I came so hard I can barely see straight, but everything in me is laser focused on her. Tunnel vision on the only thing that matters. Her.
And the way I love her.
Because I know I do. I love her senseless. To heaven and back. Now and always.
But holy fucking shit. That’s my girl. On the floor. Cum spilling from her sugar-cunt and in another world. Because of me. My cocky pride at making her cum until her consciousness cracked is only slightly less than my concern about her.
I put my half-hard dick away and zip up my pants. In the corner of the supply closet, I see a first aid kit. I pop it open and find what I hoped to find; two paper-wrapped vials of smelling salts taped to the inside of the lid.
The door flies open just as I’m about to snap one under her nose. And there stands Mr. Mastriano, the owner of this place. As big as a bear but way more confused. He looks at Marin and me and at Marin again. “Sir?”
It doesn’t look good. That’s for sure. Time to think fast. “Low blood sugar. Happens all the time. We gotta get her pancreas checked.”
Mr. Mastriano, though, knows a thing or two. Been round the block, I can tell. Something tells me we aren’t the first couple to end up in this supply closet. He takes off his suit coat and covers her half-naked body gently and respectfully.
Props to this guy for sure.
“Ah yes, the pesky low blood sugar. Of course.”
I prop her head up on my knee and waft the smelling salts under her nose. She comes back to life both adorably and awkwardly, rumpling her nose and trying to get her face away from the sharpness of the ammonia.
Her eyes meet mine as soon as she’s back in the world.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
She rubs her nose hard. “I love you. I love you so much,” she says, as she blink-blink-blinks up at me.
Aww fuck. She’s everything. So innocent. So hot. So open. So sweet.
“I love you too, baby girl,” I say, holding her close, while Mr. Mastriano chuckles and leaves us be.
Dinner was perfect, fucking perfect. And it had nothing to do with the food. Just being there with her, across that table, with the candlelight glinting in her eyes. Talking, laughing, just being... was perfect.