Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
He drove into me in one long thrust, his muscled ass flexing and pushing him deep, pressing me down into the earth. I cried out at how good it felt: that long silken push, the hot girth of him stretching me, and he let out a throaty groan at the feeling of filling me. His hips drew back and then he was lunging forward again, plunging even deeper into me, making me gasp and tremble. He pulled back again and this time he pressed his elbows against the tops of my shoulders, holding me in place. Then he plunged into me again and I rolled my head back against the moss as he filled me completely.
We lay there panting for a few seconds. Then his hips started to move again, a slow pumping that made me gasp and grab at the grass with both hands. Each inward stroke squeezed the glowing pleasure tighter, making it hotter and more needful. Each slow pull as he left me was a sweet ache that made my toes dance and my hips roll, urging him back.
He was taking his weight on his forearms and knees, taking care not to crush me, but there was still something deliciously about feeling his weight on me, being pressed down into the ground by it. And the brute size of him as he rode me, his hips spreading my thighs wide apart, the huge hard curves of his pecs stroking against my breasts...the feeling of it as he slowly pumped me made me grind my ass in circles against the ground. And that in turn made him groan, and his slow pumping began to break down as he fought for control.
He frowned down at me and that stern mouth twisted into a lopsided grin. Devilwoman! What are you doing to me? And I flushed and smiled, embarrassed but delighted that I could do that to him. And did it some more.
Cal growled like, well, fine, if that’s what you want. And he gave up on his slow rhythm and just fucked me. His cock pistoned into me, unstoppable, and I cried out and grabbed at his ass, running my hands over it. I could feel the hard smoothness of it, the dimples as it flexed, powering him into me. Thrust after thrust, compressing the pleasure inside me faster than I could release it, pushing me towards the brink.
He was slamming into me, now, his body slapping against mine, my pale body writhing and trembling under his much bigger, tanned one. I had my eyes closed and I’d forget, sometimes, that we were outdoors. Then the breeze would blow across us, heavenly cool against our heated flesh, and I’d remember and it would send a crackling burst of energy right down my spine and the pleasure would double, treble. It felt risky, dangerous, even though we were as private, out here, as it was possible to be. The heat compressed tighter and tighter, becoming a weighty, incandescent ball that begged for release.
He was getting close, too. His thrusts were rough, his breathing almost animal. I ran my hands over his hips and ass, up over his muscled back, loving the feel of him. He went faster, building to a peak, and I rocked my hips up to meet him—
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me, grabbed my ass, and started to get to his feet, taking me with him. I quickly slipped my arms around his neck and clung on. My eyes went wide as he came up to standing and I slid down him, bouncing against the root of him with each step he took. He carried me to a nearby tree and pressed my back against it to pin me there.
“Been wanting to do this,” he growled, “since the first time I met you.”
And he began to fuck me like that, holding me against the tree. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on to his shoulders and it was incredible. I was powerless, wedged between his muscled body and the unyielding trunk of the tree, so every thrust was deep and full, with no room to escape. And the feel of the rough bark against my back, the smell of the trees around us...it reinforced that we were in Cal’s world. And up against a tree is exactly how he should fuck his woman.
His hands were free now, and he filled them with my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. That tight, hot ball of pleasure rocketed upward, heating my chest, my face, I was on the edge….
His thrusts built to a peak, his hips hammering between mine, and he kissed me, one hand squeezing a breast and the other sliding along my cheek and through my hair. He pushed deep and I cried out against his lips as the pleasure went tight...and then exploded. I shuddered and bucked as the orgasm ripped through me, and as I spasmed around him, he groaned and I felt him shoot jet after hot jet deep inside me.