Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
As I moved up, he moved on the swing, and I wondered when the inventor of this swing was making it if he had any idea that it’d be used for this particular reason.
Likely he or she hadn’t, but I knew that this wouldn’t be our last time using it.
When I found my way to the top, he came in behind me and balanced the swing, his knees digging into the soft bed beneath him.
My fingers found the rail, and I gripped it tightly, looking over my shoulder at the man about to fuck me.
He’d changed.
The moment I’d poked him into reacting, he’d flipped a switch.
It was like nice Bowe, and in charge Bowe that was about to fuck my brains out, were two completely different people.
And I was loving the two different personalities.
His large, rough palm smoothed down my back, starting at my neck and going all the way down to the top of my ass.
His thumb swept down, his finger gauging my wetness, and then he pushed it deep inside of me.
“Last chance,” he rumbled.
I licked my lips.
“Hurry.”
He took hold of his cock, fisting it into his large hand and pumping it twice, before lining it up with my entrance and slowly, slowly pushing the head inside.
My mouth fell open and a squeak passed from between my lips.
He pushed into me steadily after that, inserting that large cock inside of me in slow, swift thrusts.
In and out, in and out, back and forth until he was completely inside of me, his balls resting snugly against my aching clit.
My hands were bloodless where they clutched the swing, and it took everything I had not to cry out.
A: because, although I was partially isolated in this big old house, I wasn’t completely isolated. I still had neighbors. I still had a kid in the next room that I most certainly did not want to wake up.
B: because if I cried out, he might stop, and I most certainly didn’t want him to stop.
It might feel like I was bursting at the seams, but it felt freakin’ phenomenal when my mind stopped telling myself I was too full.
The moment he was completely inside, he immediately pulled all the way out. I started to protest, but before I could get the words to leave my throat he was back, filling me all the way again.
The swing did what it did best, swung.
My body moved and swayed, and he kept up with those movements, holding onto the chain instead of my hips as he steadily fucked me.
The only part of us that was touching was his cock in me, and the swing of his balls slapping into my clit as he moved.
It was the least amount of touching that I’d ever had during sex, and the most all at the same time.
My forehead dropped down to the pad underneath me, and my eyes closed as I drew in deep breath after deep breath.
It didn’t help.
The orgasm that I could feel about to take me over was there to stay, and the only thing I could do was try to prepare for it.
I should’ve known that was futile, though.
I couldn’t prepare for something like that.
A man like Bowe.
He literally was the Italian Stallion.
The moment he felt me getting close, felt my walls starting to clamp down on his cock, he slowed.
I cried out for real this time, frustration clear and evident in my voice.
“Go!” I yelled. “Bowe!”
He stopped completely, and that sudden massive impending release dwindled like it’d never been.
My clit practically tingled with my need to touch it, and the moment I felt him stop completely filling me, I let go of the swing and started to move my hand to where I needed it most.
He captured it, though, moving it to my back and curling it around so I couldn’t move it.
“Did you say no? Or go? Because I couldn’t quite make it out,” Bowe sounded like he was laughing, and I wanted to beat him for it.
“I said go and you know it,” I growled. “Now stop being a shithead and fuck me.”
He laughed darkly, his smooth, velvety voice teasing over my every nerve ending.
“Okay,” he said, pulling all the way out until just his cock rested at my entrance. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I wanted to say something else to him, but he chose that moment in time to ram his cock back inside of me, throwing me so far into the deep end that I couldn’t find my way out.
All that existed was Bowe and me. The way he was filling me so completely.
His cock met my end, and felt like it kept going, but I was too far gone to care.
My orgasm was back, pissed off at being denied not once, but twice.
It was a race to the end, and it didn’t take long before it was overtaking me. Filling me so full that I might never find my way back to me again.