Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I pressed up against him and breathed, letting him devour me as I stood there, his dick as hard as a rod against my back. I was the one who was supposed to strip and give him a lap dance before I sucked his big dick and acted like it was the most fun I’d ever had. But he was the one pleasing me, making me short of breath, making me feel like I’d never really been touched by a man.
He lifted my knees onto the bed, my ass in the air at the edge.
Then I heard him lower himself to his knees, his face right in my pussy. His breaths fell across my skin before I felt that powerful tongue swipe my most sensitive place. His nose slid in, breathing in my scent before he kissed me, kissed my pussy like she would kiss him back.
I could see my reflection in the glass of his windows, his broad shoulders sticking out from either side of my hips. I could see the redness of my face, see the way I enjoyed what that powerful mouth was doing to me.
Then he moved farther up—and kissed me there.
There.
I gave a quiet gasp when I felt his tongue swipe over me. Then his tongue burrowed inside me, forcing me open so I could receive his wet kiss. That was when I started to grip the comforter and quiver, aroused but also nervous. He’d never kissed me there before. Never plunged his tongue inside me.
I knew what would come next.
A finger. Then two.
And then…
He’d fuck me in the ass.
Just as I predicted, that happened. Except I got three fingers instead of two. I breathed hard as he opened me up wider, keeping me wet and relaxed as he rubbed my clit with his other hand.
This wasn’t my first time. But this man had one hell of a dick.
He got to his feet, and then I heard his nightstand open and close. When he came back, he stayed on his feet, and then a splash of lube squirted onto my ass. He rubbed it across both cheeks before his fingers slipped back inside and spread it where my body needed it most.
Then I heard him squirt himself.
Oh fuck, this was going to hurt.
He grabbed one of my hips with his slippery hand then pointed his head inside my entrance. It was like squeezing a sponge into a garden hose. No amount of pressure would make it fit.
“Come on, sweetheart…” His fingers rubbed my clit harder as he kept his dick right at my entrance.
I slowly opened and allowed a little more inside.
“Attagirl.”
“I-I wasn’t expecting this.”
He slid it a little farther inside, and that was when it really started to hurt.
“With an ass like this?” He pushed a little farther inside. “Don’t be naïve.” Farther and farther he inched until he was completely inside me.
I breathed through the pain, feeling like there was a flashlight up my ass. “God…”
He started to thrust, fucking me in the ass without mercy.
“Grave, slow down.”
It took him a second to obey, like he enjoyed it too much to stop. “I thought you’d be a pro at this.”
“Well, you’ve got a big dick.”
His grin was audible through his words. “You got me there, sweetheart.”
“I-I didn’t think you’d want to do something like this.”
He held on to both of my hips and thrust into me slowly, keeping it as gentle as possible. “I may like you, Elise. But I’m still a paying customer and you’re a whore, so you bet your ass I’m going to fuck you like one.”
It was my favorite way to wake up. Cocooned in the arms of this man. I was warm and safe, and the winter sun came through the open curtains and gently aroused me with its kiss. My eyes slowly opened, seeing the top of his chest right up against my nose.
I wished I could do this every day.
He seemed to be waiting for me to wake up because he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning…”
He always waited for me to wake up before he got out of bed and started his day. He threw on gym shorts and a t-shirt before he slipped on his running shoes. He was going to hit the gym like he did every morning, just an hour later than usual.
I forced myself out of bed and put my clothes back on. I always performed the walk of shame when I left his house, but my kids were at school so they never saw me. In my black dress and heels, it was obvious I’d slept in someone else’s bed.
“You’re welcome to leave a couple things here—if you want.”
“I am?”
He walked over to his dresser and pulled open the third drawer. It was empty, like he’d moved stuff around to create space.