Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I say. “It just…”
“Shh.” He leans down, softly pressing his lips against mine to reassure me—or to silence me. I guess I’m not sure.
Then, with one brutal plunge, he breaks through. I cry out in surprise and pain, but he muffles the sound, capturing my mouth and catching my cry in his.
“It’s over now,” he assures me, pulling back slightly, then easing forward much more quickly. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back as he forces himself all the way into me.
At least I think he’s all the way in. My body is tight and resisting the invasion, trying to squeeze him back out. It’s no match for his will, though. He shoves deep every time it tries to expel him, filling me in a way I never knew was possible.
It still hurts as his thick cock moves through the tight channel, but as he moves inside me, it starts to hurt a little less.
He lets go of my throat to reposition, then leans over me and kisses my mouth, murmuring, “Do you know how fucking good your pussy is, Aubrey?”
My heart thrills at his words.
“Fuck, I could stay inside you all day.” He pulls his hips back, then drives forward. “So fucking hot. So fucking tight. You’re so fucking wet for me. Christ.”
I can definitely feel how tight a fit he is. It continues to hurt a little every time he drives his cock in, impaling me so hard and so deep, I can feel the force of the impact in my guts.
I love the sound of his skin as it collides with mine, though. I even like the twinges of pain when he throws his head back and closes his eyes as his cock fills me to the hilt.
I love being full of him, even if it hurts.
His thrusts are so hard and so relentless I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow. It’s like he’s trying to leave a mark on me, and remembering the way he bit and kissed my neck before, maybe he is.
I don’t know. I don’t know how sex is supposed to be.
He grabs my throat after a while, his beautiful body coated in perspiration. He looks down at me with a dark look in his eye that momentarily terrifies me, but then it’s gone and his grip eases, and I try to shake the feeling of having been in danger.
He slides his hand down between our bodies, pressing a finger inside me while he continues to fuck me. I gasp as he curls his finger and it brushes my sensitive clit. A whole new wave of sensation rolls over me as he teases my clit and pounds his cock into me at the same time. I feel wild and desperate, grabbing his sides and arching off the bed.
“Dare,” I say on a gasp as his finger on my clit works actual magic.
I don’t know if it’s the blood rushing through my body or what, but my vision fades out and I can feel pressure everywhere—in my body, in my head, between my thighs. It’s worst between my thighs. I can feel him working me up to a fever pitch, and when I come, it’s hard not to scream. I start to, but Dare pushes me into his shoulder. It’s an insane thing to do and I don’t mean to, but I bite his shoulder as the pleasure shudders through my body in waves.
“Oh, Christ, Aubrey.” He drives deep and groans as my pussy convulses around him, squeezing even tighter and triggering his own release.
I go limp, but he’s still holding me off the bed, pulled tightly against his slick chest.
He lets me down gently, then drops his full weight on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
Happiness and affection float around me like bubbles in a warm, comforting bath. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight while my racing heart slows to a more normal pace.
This is the best feeling in the world.
I love having him in my arms like this, both of us sated from our bodies being joined together. It’s not until I realize I left a mark when I bit him on his shoulder that even a single bubble pops.
“Crap. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” I say, stroking the mark with my fingers.
He shifts to look over at his shoulder and smirks before relaxing against me again. “That little nibble? Next time, bite me harder.”
I’m startled, so I laugh. We’re tangled together so I can feel him all over me, my laugh reverberating through him as well.
If this is physical intimacy, I love it.
A bit lazily, I turn my head so I can kiss him. I know he’s tired. So am I, but I want kisses. He happily obliges, tangling a hand in my hair and pulling me close as he kisses me. It’s tender and raw, and I don’t know how I’m just finding out about this.