Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
His familiar thickness mixed with the plug had an entirely new sensation moving through me, making me cry out, my fingers desperately grabbing the railing as he started to fuck me, not easing me into it, just ruthlessly driving me up toward the orgasm I’d been aching for all day.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned as my pussy spasmed and a moan escaped me when the orgasm gripped my system, long and hard, making me feel weak and wobbly afterward.
Julian stopped moving, but stayed planted inside of me as he suddenly reached for the plug, and started to fuck my ass with it.
“Oh, my God,” I whimpered, rocking into the sensation as his thrusts got harder.
But before I could feel another orgasm crest, he was pulling the plug out of me, and I was feeling that cool liquid he must have been storing in his pocket pour over my skin, preparing me.
“Don’t tense on me, pet,” he murmured as he slid his cock out of my pussy and moved it back, as he pressed.
I took slow, deep breaths as the head of his cock started to slide in.
He was different than the plug. Thicker.
And it wasn’t long before he was pressing deeper than the plug ever could, before he was fully inside of me, his cock buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing my hipbone hard as he stayed still, fighting for his own self-control, likely not wanting to hurt me my first time.
But there was a surprising lack of pain.
And it wasn’t long before the strangeness became familiar, before my pussy was throbbing, before my system was begging for movement, for friction, for release.
“Fuck me, Julian,” I pleaded, rocking my ass into him.
A growl moved through him as both his hands grabbed my hips, his control snapping at my words.
He tried to be gentle at first, sliding half out, then all the way back in.
But it wasn’t long before he couldn’t give me that.
I didn’t want it, anyway.
I needed more.
I needed the way he used my hips to slam me back into him as he thrust deep.
The way he released me only to expose my breasts, hands covering them as he fucked me.
“Feel how good you’re taking me?” he groaned as my pussy tightened, getting closer and closer. “Tell me your ass is mine,” he demanded.
“It’s yours.”
“Say it, pet,” he hissed.
“My ass is yours,” I said as one of his hands left my breast to close around my neck as I got closer and closer.
“Fuck,” he groaned as the orgasm screamed through me, making my pussy spasm as my legs shook and a loud cry escaped me, echoing out across the nothingness, swallowed up by the crashing of the waves.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he groaned, fucking me through it, then pulling out, and coming on my ass.
My legs wobbled hard after, making me lower down onto my knees as I tried to slow my breathing. I almost felt dizzy from the intensity of that orgasm.
“You okay, pet?” he murmured, reaching down to rest a hand on my shoulder. When I didn’t answer, he gathered a handful of my hair, pulling my head to the side then up until my gaze lifted to his. “Answer me,” he demanded, but his voice was soft.
“Yes,” I said, taking a shaky breath. His eyes softened at that before something caught his eye out beyond me.
“We should probably get your tits away,” he said, nodding his chin toward where a trio of men were starting to walk down the beach. Too far away to really see anything yet, but getting closer by the second.
“This is Portugal. They’re not as puritanical about being topless on or near the beach like we are,” I said.
“Maybe so,” he agreed, reaching down to yank my top back into place. “But no one gets to see you like this but me.”
Maybe some part of me should have balked at that, been insulted that he felt he had ownership over my body.
But if there was ever a man in the whole world I would be okay with saying that, it was Julian.
“Come,” he said, reaching for my hand, then pulling me back into the room with him. “Let’s shower before dinner.”
“You’re not going to make me wear the plug again, are you?”
Oh, no.
He didn’t have a plug in mind.
It was far, far worse.
As I walked out of the bathroom, all pretty for dinner, he reached inside his little bag of tricks and pulled out something pink.
“What is that?” I asked, feeling my pussy throb at the idea of more long-term torment.
“Come over here,” he demanded, sitting on the bed, and waiting for me to approach. “Lift your skirt.”
When I did, he lowered my panties, but only halfway down my thighs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
They moved apart immediately, and he stroked the skin-soft pink thing up and down my cleft until I was wet and writhing.