The Sex Whisperer: Book 1 in the Whisperer Trilogy Read Online Free Page A

I’m fully erect, harder than I have been in years, I think. My hardness is much more intense than your husband’s. And my manhood is longer and thicker. It stands up beyond my waistline, up at least to my belly button, and you begin rubbing the head qu ickly through my polo shirt.
    Without thinking, you lift my shirt and wrap your hand around my cock — or rather, you try. You find your hand is too small, and you break away from kiss ing me to look between my legs.
    I don’t mind. I want to show you every inch of my body. I have n o self-consciousness around you. It’s as if my body were created for you. I start kissing your neck and caressing your breasts through your shirt.
    Your breasts are tender and supple. I want to see them. I want to kiss them. I pull hard at your shirt. A button breaks, but we don’t stop. We just maneuver so we can get your shirt off. Then, off with your bra. I’m grabbing both of your breasts at the same time, squeezing hard while your hand works my manhood between my legs. I’m squeezing your chest so hard, it almost hurts you, but I can’t help it. I want everything. I want you r body completely and entirely.
    I start kissing and sucking on your pale pink nipples while my other hand pushes your underwear aside so I can feel what’s underneath.
    You don’t realize how much you needed to be touched — touched by someone who truly desires you, by someone you truly desire. You feel awakened. All of your senses are throbbing, and you pull me on top of you, then struggle to yank down my pants.
    Even through your underwear, you can feel my manhood throbbing between your legs. Fluid has started coming out the tip , and it gets your stomach wet. You grab hold of my cock and start to squeeze. I moan, and you keep going, squeezing and tugging. Then, you work your way down to the base of my manhood and grasp what hangs below. Again, you marvel at the size and weight.
    I’m pulling frantically at your underwear now. I get them halfway down your thighs, not even all the way off, before I’m entering you. Your body resists me at first. I see you wince, but pleasure quickly takes over. It’s like a flash of white light. I’m inside you now, working my way slowly deeper. I go in as far as I can and we both hold each other, not moving for a long moment.
    And then it starts, slowly at first. I’m sliding my hips forward and back, moving atop your body. Your hands squeeze my back, and I start working faster between your legs. Soon, my balls swing like heavy pendulums, slapping you softly on the bottom. I try to prop myself up on my elbows so that I can touch your breasts.
    Your eyes are closed, your brow knitted, and I feel a deep shudder move through your body. I’m going faster now, faster and harder than I’ve ever had sex with my wife. And you begin to moan. That sound flips a switch in me, something that makes me start moaning, too. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’ve found you .
    Your moaning grows more intense, and you open your mouth wide as if you’re about to scream. Instead, you reach back and grasp my ass to pull me deeper inside you. I can feel that I’m touching the very back of you, that I can’t go any deeper, and we stay locked like while you finish. Your body quivers and shudders, and then you lay back. I desperately need to finish now. I withdraw from you, and sit atop your stomach, my manhood hanging above your breasts.
    I guide both of your hands onto my body, and direct you to start stroking me with one hand while squeezing the head of my cock with the other. It almost pushes me over the top, but I hold out, moaning loudly, not caring that someone might discover us in the park. I want this to last forever.
    I’m practically standing above you now, my manhood a deep red color I’ve never seen before. When the moment comes, I finish with a loud, primal cry and everything that’s inside me comes gushing forth. Most of it is stopped by your hand,