Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
I arched my hips toward him, moaning, still sleepy and achy and God, so fucking horny. If we hadn’t talked about my periods before, I’d be so embarrassed. But I wasn’t. Because I knew. That I was due to start my period soon. And because I was fiendishly regular, I was hoping it would happen when we were together, so he got to fuck me. All of which he knew as well. He knew how regular my periods were and how much I bled.
Which also meant, yes, I had brought a gift for him. “Uh-huh.”
I wish I could say I’d planned the trip to coincide with my period, but I hadn’t. Although I love that it worked out that way.
He moans then, like an animal keening in pain, but I knew this one felt good because he went, “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. You feel so fucking good. Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like it. So hot and tight. So swollen. I’m gonna come so hard. I’m gonna come so fucking hard for you. So. Motherfucking. Hard in your period pussy.”
I reached back and buried my fingers in his hair and whispered, “Come for me then. Come in me.”
But of course, he wouldn’t just take, he’d give too. So while fucking me oh so slowly with excruciating care, he brought his hand down on my belly. He pressed it hard, giving me a tummy massage, and holy God, it was the best thing I’d ever felt. All my ache, my soreness, everything went away and it somehow made me even hornier.
Gosh, period sex is the best thing ever.
Anyway, after that there was no arguing with him. He wouldn’t let us leave the room. So I texted the girls I had my period—truth—and that I was going to lie down for a while before meeting them downstairs for the party. They were sympathetic, wanted to bring me things, but I told them I was fine. I’m not sure what he told the guys, but we’ve been holed up in my room all day doing the same thing that we did last night: talking, teasing, laughing, playing and of course, fucking.
But in addition to all this, he also let me taste him. Finally. He wouldn’t last night because he was too impatient to teach me and he didn’t want to make me throw up on his dick the first time I tried it. His words. Plus he said he needed to make sure my lips and his cock became friends like his cock became friends with my pussy. Actually, my lips, my tongue and my throat needed to become friends with his cock because he was going to be throat-fucking me regularly. Again, all his words.
In any case, this morning he’d calmed down enough to teach me, and I have to say it was hard. But it was worth it. In the end I think I got some three to four inches in my mouth, before he got too close to coming, rolled me on my back and came inside my pussy. And now we’re both going to be late because he doesn’t have any concept of time.
With my lipstick poised at my lips, I lock my eyes with his in the mirror. “No.”
His eyes flick down to my mouth for a second before glancing up. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you. Told you it makes your mouth more tempting.”
My mouth tingles. “You’ve already ruined it twice.”
“What you call ruin, I call eating,” he says, licking his lips.
“You—”
“And if you didn’t want me to eat your lipstick, then you shouldn’t have bought a strawberry-flavored one.”
I guess he’s right. I did special-order this lipstick that tastes like strawberry. It was for when he came back for a home game or something. But then we planned this trip, and of course I had to bring it with me. I knew the hazards though. But even I didn’t think he’d ruin it twice in a row and plan to do it a third time.
“Shepard?” I call out even though I have his full attention.
“Yeah, baby?” he answers even though he knows he doesn’t need to.
“Don’t you dare ruin my lipstick again,” I tell him. “I mean it. Or I’m going to be so mad at you.”
I look away then because I don’t have time, and putting on bright red lipstick takes patience and skill. He doesn’t have time either so as I’m putting my make-up on while he stares at me like a psycho—okay fine, not a psycho but like a man who can’t look away from me and hence makes my belly flutter—I tell him that. I also tell him who we’re meeting downstairs. Apparently, not everyone’s at the hotel right now. Some of them have gone sightseeing and then there are nap schedules and Halo just had a major meltdown so they’re watching cartoons right now.