Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Was that good for you, Katy?” he asks, his deep voice full of raw emotion. “I know I’m big.”
He’s still buried inside, and I squirm a bit, impaled on his hardness. But then I do something so filthy that even I’m surprised by my actions. With a giggle, I push the huge man off me, moaning a bit at the deliciousness of his exit. Then I flip over onto my hands and knees and part my legs, giving him an eyeful of my ravaged pink folds. There’s a bit of come leaking from my little hole, and I reach in back to massage the fluid into my swollen flesh before meeting his gaze over my shoulder.
“Daddy, I’ve got another hole for you to fill,” I say in a low coo. “And now, we have plenty of lube for my back door too,” I add flirtatiously while running my finger up to the tight drum of my asshole and spreading the goo over the tiny wrinkle. “Would you like to try this one too? It’s all yours.”
Brad’s blue eyes flare, and within a second, he’s turned to steel once more. But never underestimate an alpha male because he bends and presses a kiss to my back button before laving his tongue around that forbidden entrance.
“Yes baby girl,” he rasps possessively. “This does belong to me. All of you belongs to me, honey, and yes, I think I will be claiming this tonight as well. Thank you, baby, for reminding me.”
With that, the hot session continues and I melt with ecstasy as pleasure overwhelms my form in waves. After all, I’ve wanted this man for years now, and finally, Brad Landon is mine.
5
Katy
Stretching with my arms raised over my head, I smile as I feel the twinges in my body from last night. Honestly, I love how I feel so used this morning. My pussy’s sore and my back door even burns a bit. Of course, Brad was very careful with me. He never shoved himself in ruthlessly or anything like that, but the man is huge and I’ve never harbored a tool of that size before.
With a giggle, I roll over in Brad’s bed and smile into the blankets as his smell envelops me. I’ve always liked his cologne, but this is more than just cologne. It’s pure pale musk with hints of sweat mixed with evergreen and something spicy too. Mmm, I could stay here forever.
But that wouldn’t be very polite, seeing that I’m a guest in his home. Pushing my blonde waves out of my face, I sit up and look around the room. Sun filters in from a window on the right, and the space is very masculine with beige carpet and solid furniture. His bed is made of a heavy, dark oak, as are his dresser and nightstand. Surprisingly, there are plants decorating the space, and they lend the space a homey air as I throw the comforter off and jump out of bed. Oof! A wince crosses my face as my pussy twinges a bit. I’ll have to move slower.
Like an old lady, I limp over to his dresser and search for something to throw on. No way do I feel like squeezing into that skimpy dress again this early in the morning, and besides, I’m not even sure I can put it on again. I remember hearing some rips as the material disintegrated under Brad’s big hands, so I’ll have to find something else to wear home today. Well, that’s a problem for later. For the moment, I throw on a big, comfy white t-shirt that hangs halfway to my knees, exposing a length of creamy thigh. Perfect.
Even better, there’s a large en suite bathroom attached to the master, and I wander in to check for a spare toothbrush. Goodness, this space is lovely! There’s a gleaming white tile shower stall off to one side, but it’s the large jacuzzi tub that catches my eye. It’s big enough for two, and I’d love to soak inside, hopefully while sitting in Brad’s lap. Maybe another time though because first things first. Sure enough, there’s an unused toothbrush in a package beneath the sink and I make quick work of the chore before wandering outside to find my handsome lover.
It turns out he’s in the living room working out like a fiend. Is this crossfit or some kind of high intensity training regimen that the military uses? My gorgeous man is dressed only in loose gym shorts, and his bronzed chest bulges with tension as he strains. There are large weights in his hands, and small grunts escape his chest as they’re lifted this way and that. Of course, the view is pretty damn hot. Sweat is dripping down every taut muscle along my lover’s back and with a naughty grin, I lick my lips. I’d love to run my tongue over every ridge of his abdomen.