Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“This first time’s gonna be hard and fast, Odette. Later, I’ll work on gentle and drawing out your pleasure. When I do that, I might just keep you here for hours riding the edge of your orgasm. Days.”
When she gasped out her shock and I felt her pussy twitch against my cockhead, I pressed forward. The second the head entered her I knew I was in trouble. Yeah. This wasn’t going to last long. If I made it beyond a couple shallow thrusts, I’d be damned lucky. For a man who prided himself on his control and claimed to lack emotional connections, I was so far gone in a sea of emotions it obliterated my control.
Burying myself to the hilt, I forced myself to stop. Odette screamed, her pussy contracting around me as she came.
“Fuck me,” I gasped out as sweat coated my body because of my effort to hold off my own climax. Odette wiggled on my cock, thrusting and twisting her hips in an erotic dance. She might be the best actor in the world, but if her reactions weren’t genuine, I couldn’t tell it. I might have trouble with people, but Odette I was getting to know. She had this dazed but blissful look on her face as she took her pleasure. Her cheeks were pink and her lips red where she bit down on the bottom one occasionally. She was, in a word, magnificent.
I gripped the tops of her thighs, moving my hips to surge into her with ever increasing strokes. Then I slid my hands up to her hips and waist. Her eyes went wide in a maniacal grin.
“Yes, Cyrus,” she breathed. “Fuck me hard!”
With a fierce growl, I beard my teeth. “You don’t get to dictate the ride, baby. You’re not in charge.”
She raised herself up on her elbows, looking down at our joined bodies before reaching one hand between us and stroking her clit. “Yeah?”
Her breathing came faster and faster as she circled her fingers over the sensitive nub twice more. Before I could yank her hand away, she came, her sweet little pussy clamping down on my dick like a vise. I yelled just as she screamed, taking me into a bliss I’d never known existed.
* * *
Odette
What the hell had just come over me? Sex had never been like that. I should have been prepared after the one other encounter I’d had with Cyrus. He hadn’t even fucked me then. Now, however, I’d felt like I imagined a nymphomaniac would feel. I was so out of control there was no way I could refrain from taking what I wanted.
And why the fuck had I stopped Cyrus from using a condom? He’d made the choice when I wouldn’t, then I’d stopped him. When Steve had done it before, I’d been horrified. Now all I felt was… peace. I knew why. I was now Cyrus’s. He’d told me that was the final straw and I’d taken that out. The way out of my old life and into a new one with Cyrus in my life.
“Little witch.” Cyrus collapsed over me, his cock still inside me. He kissed my neck and the side of my face before moving to my mouth and gifting me with languid kisses. Like he was praising me for letting him have me.
“Why would you call me that?”
“Because,” he said between kisses at my neck, “In all the years I’ve been sexually active, ain’t never been a woman could make me lose control like you just did.” He pulled back to smile down at me. It was a lazy, sleepy smile. A well-satisfied smile. “That was the best experience of my fuckin’ life, Odette. And it was all you.”
For Cyrus, that was akin to poetry, and it made me smile. “For me too.” I laid a hand on his face, stroking his beard. I loved the slightly coarse texture, especially when he rubbed it over my chest and nipples. I shivered thinking about it.
He chuckled. “There you go again. Insatiable little witch.”
“I never have been before,” I muttered. “Maybe you’re the one who’s bewitched me.”
With one last kiss, he pushed off me and off the bed. “I guess it’s all just us. Together.” He stood there several seconds just looking at me. My legs were still spread, his seed seeping from my pussy, sweat cooling my body. I was self-conscious and felt my face heat up down my neck to my chest, but I didn’t close my legs or cover my breasts.
His nostrils flared. “Cup your tits, Odette. Play with your nipples.”
I gasped, shocked at the idea. “I’m not doing that.” But my hands crept up to do exactly what he said.
When I started to close my thighs, he shook his head. “Don’t. Keep your legs spread. Like seeing your pussy filled with my cum.