Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Specifically tongue, fingers, his ass, his cock, his pecs, and the rest of him.
His knuckle brushes over my clit, and I go into a wild animal mode, trying to get more. I grasp his shoulders. “Condom. Now. Please. Put. On.”
The tearing of that packet and the rolling of it down his length seem to take eight hundred and forty-two years. My vagina is not patient. I’m surprised my nipples haven’t scored cut lines into his chest, seeing as they’re so hard, and every single time he rubs up against me, they get a fraction more nipply.
One million years or not, Mont positions himself above me. I feel him shift, take himself in his hand, and guide his cock to my entrance. I rock upwards, and condom or not, I’m wet enough that there is zero of the bad love glove friction as he enters me.
He’s freaking huge. All week, I dreamed of the dirtiest turns of phrase that involved exactly what we’re doing now, but none of them even come close to describing the sensation. I roll my hips up, taking more of him. He’s gentle and strong and freaking coordinated. He balances himself with one hand above me while he uses the other so my clit doesn’t feel left out of the action.
He circles it slowly as he fills me, and fuck, holy fuck, all the fucks, that feels so fucking good.
He has a magic dick and magic fingers, and they are extra magic when used in tandem.
I writhe on the sleeping bag. It’s slick and silky on my back. I probably writhe around and pump my hips and get a little too heated because the thing starts to shimmy out from under me, or we’re shimmying out from on top of it. I feel my hair and my head hang off the edge, and soon, the rug beneath the sleeping bag and mat feels different.
I don’t stop, and neither does Mont. He pumps inside me, filling me all the way. I do my best to take him, and yes, it hurts, but yes, it also feels like I’m going to splinter into a million pieces of light and fairy dust.
He’s still teasing my clit as he pumps inside me. I don’t know what I’m doing besides making begging and pleasure noises and digging my fingers into his shoulders to hold him tightly as we move around on the slippery sleeping bag.
Then, he does this amazing thing where he changes the angle mid-thrust, and I’m just…gone. I’m here for it, but I’m also freaking gone. I can see him through hazy eyes, and I can see the stars swimming above us like we’re underwater in a star-filled sea. I can see his body moving, all his muscles working hard and flexing and veiny.
For a second, I almost forget that he’s still working my clit, but then he presses on it while he thrusts hard inside me, and there’s no forgetting. Unless it’s everything but that. The world goes out of focus as my climax hits. I feel myself coming around his hard length, coming as he continues to drive himself inside me. I’m probably making weird sounds and weird faces, but I don’t care. The pleasure is too good, and that’s all I think about. The endlessness of it. It might go on forever. We might go on forever. Mont might go on forever. He probably has the stamina for it.
But no.
He comes hard inside me, shaking in that manly way that makes me want to lick all of his muscles. I’m sure it wouldn’t be appreciated, so I settled for panting with him and clinging to him through all the involuntary aftershocks. I can feel myself clenching so hard around Mont that he might be in danger of strangulation. I haven’t had this kind of pleasure, ever, and I’ve also never had a mutual orgasm with another person.
My eyes burn a little, but I don’t want to cry. I don’t want tears to leak out the corners. It would probably just alarm Mont, and then he’d think that he’d done something wrong when all he did was punish my vagina into the most wonderful form of sexy brokenness, and it was the best. Ever.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Damn it. I think my face might be doing something funny.
I open my eyes and smile through the sheen of moisture. “Yeah, I promise I am.”
My vision is blurry, but after a few blinks, it clears without the tears spilling over. I kiss Mont nice and slow, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him still inside me, and the nearness of his body crushing into mine.
“I’ll be back in a second.” He breaks off the kiss but drops a few on my chin and then takes my nipple into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, teasing me as he pulls out.