Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Yes. Yes,” I gasp, forcing myself to relax despite the fact that this feels so, so good. I had no idea it could feel so good, in fact. Tyson exhales and pushes forward again, gentle and slow, entering my ass as carefully and deliberately as he entered my pussy that first time. He puts a hand on my shoulder to steady himself, and I realize he’s nearly trembling with pleasure just as I am.
“So tight,” he murmurs. “Everything about you is so tight.” His voice is kind and adoring, and I sigh at how precious it all makes me feel. I rock my hips back, giving him another inch inside me, and he groans. I can’t tell how deep he is in me, but it’s certainly farther than his fingers explored. I lick my lips, enjoying how my ass squeezes against him, and then wail with pleasure when he slowly begins to pump in and out of me. He fucks my ass with small and shallow strokes, but they fill me; he grabs for the packet of lube and drizzles it along his cock, then thrusts in deeper. I’ve never felt so alive, so aroused, so full; the long, dizzying orgasm that’s been teasing at me since we started begins to rise up, threatening to finally erupt through my body.
I whine, trying to find the words to tell him this— that I’m going to come, and that it’s going to be intense— but I’m unable. Tyson begins to fuck me a little harder, never as swiftly as he moves when fucking my pussy, but still, it’s intense, and I can feel him growing harder, his cock pulsing as he takes my virginity for a second time. He groans and spreads my ass cheeks apart with his hands; I look over my shoulder and my lips curl into a smile at the sight of him watching his cock enter me. He glances up, meets my eyes, and I know he’s as close to orgasm as I am.
“Anna,” he says, voice guttural and needy. “Can I—“
“Come in my ass,” I answer before he gets the chance to ask the question. I want to say more, I want to tell him that he’ll have everything there is of me once he does this, I want to know he’s aware of just how fully he possesses me, but I can’t— because he’s groaning and pushing deep into me, all the way to the base of his shaft. I cry out, almost in pain, but no, not pain— it’s so close to that, but it’s still pleasure, still need, still want.
I close my eyes and let his body rock mine back and forth on the bed, and my chest wells with heat. I let out a long, hungry cry as the orgasm finally escapes my chest and ricochets down my body, through my limbs, my fingers, my toes, back again. My pussy clenches tight, as does my ass around his thick cock, and suddenly I hear Tyson moan like I’ve never heard him before— like he’s an animal, like the sound is as much a part of him as the breath in his lungs. He thrusts fully into me and goes still; his cock pulses hard, and he fills my ass as he comes deep, deep inside me.
I’ve never felt anything like this, never thought I’d want anything like this, but I lift my ass up, rubbing him against my interior, enjoying how the slickness of the lube and my own moisture allows him to fill me so easily. He reaches forward, steadying himself with a hand braced above my shoulder, and then drops his head down to kiss me, cock still buried in my ass. I never thought I’d be the one to amaze Tyson, but when I curve my upper body, that’s the look in his eyes— amazement. He opens his mouth like he means to say something, but instead he merely kisses me passionately as he slowly, carefully pulls out. My ass feels tender and empty and wanting.
Finally, he collapses beside me, and we pant against one another, wet and hot and happy.
“I can’t believe you took me like that,” Tyson murmurs against my forehead. “I can’t believe you gave yourself to me like that. You’re amazing.”
I kiss his throat. “I told you. I’m all yours. Every part of me.”
“So perfect,” he says, pulling me closer to him. “And so strong. I meant what I said that first night we kissed, Anna— it takes someone strong to give up control.”
“I never wanted to give it up, before I met you,” I answer. “All yours, Tyson. I want to always be yours.”
He kisses my forehead again, then threads his fingers with mine. That’s how we fall asleep, my body sore in the best of ways, his pressed against mine, like we’re afraid to allow any distance between us.