Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I barely have time to respond before Matthew's hands grip my sides. He lies back and then pulls me on top of him. My wetness leaves a path along his abdomen. He’s so focused on what he's doing, he doesn't even allow me to so much as feel his cock along my aching center.
"Matthew." I'm breathless, nearly tumbling over until I put my hands out on the arm of the couch.
"Kitten, that's the wrong name. You know what to call me." I'm situated right above his mouth, hovering, and the only reason I'm not already on his face is because he's keeping me still. He blows along my heated flesh, and I'm beginning to think it's one of his favorite things to do.
"Daddy, please." With that, I'm pulled down, my thighs on either side of his head. His hands grip the cheeks of my ass, fingers pressing in, giving a little bit of bite with the delicious tingles he's sending through my core. His tongue traces each lip before sucking it into his mouth, one side and then the other. I look down. His gaze meets mine. Pure molten desire is written all over him, and when his nostrils flare as he circles my clit, I almost fall forward. I wasn't expecting this, the sensations he pulls from me, the depth of the emotional connection we’re exploring together, and the rawness with which he looks at me.
He covers the whole of my center with his mouth, tongue dipping inside, teeth rasping right where I need him. My chest heaves, my breathing turns ragged, and my muscles tighten with each amazing caress. I lose his eyes as mine close, and he moves my hips along his face, further adding to the effect. I’m lost in a haze, completely devastated in the best way possible, and I’m on the verge of tears. This is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Wetness coats the insides of my thighs, his cheeks, and what I’m sure are his lips, too. Given that my head is tipped back, my hands move from the arm of the couch, and I lean back, finding purchase on his thighs.
“Daddy,” I sigh aloud, knowing what it does to him and how it feels for me to give up the tight control I’ve had no choice but to acquire. Except when I’m with him, and it doesn’t even have to be in the physical sense, over the phone obviously works exceptionally well, too.
“My kitten is going to flood my mouth, isn’t she?” Matthew pulls away for a moment, not bothering to wait for a response. Instead, he wraps his lips around my clit and takes deep pulls, making me shudder in response.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. His fingers slide deeper into the crevice. One lone finger plays in such a way that I’m lifting and hoping to sink down on the digit. He takes the option out of my hands, slowly sinking just the tip into my tight, wet heat. Between his mouth and his finger and the noises we’re both making, I’m tittering on the edge, a ledge I never thought I’d want to fly over before. Yet with Matthew, I’d take the leap because he’d be there to catch me.
“I’m… I’m…” I stumble over the words as an epic orgasm takes hold of me. All I can do is tighten my grip on his thighs and hold on. “Fuck,” I breathe. He keeps his finger inside me but slows down with everything else and lightly licks me through the rest of my orgasm with care.
“Damn, kitten. Not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.” He plants a kiss where he obliterated me with his dangerous mouth.
“Yeah,” I agree with a lazy tone, finally looking down at him. I’ve thoroughly made a mess of Matthew’s face, and I can feel a flush blooming across my cheeks and chest.
“The way you look, sitting there bare, your arousal surrounding me, I’ll definitely need another taste before the night’s over.” I can see the determination in his eyes.
“What about you?” I ask. He has to be close to bursting, and to be honest, it’s only fair. He got to see me come, now it’s my turn to watch him.
“What about me?” Matthew slides upward, and I’m now on his chest. I wiggle only to realize I’m leaving a trail of wetness on him. “Fuck, that’s hot.” His nostrils flare, and my hands move from his thighs until they’re lying on my own.
“Will you let me take care of you?” I question, trying to shift the focus back to him.
“Yeah, but the only way that’s going to happen is if you come for me again, too.” He arches an eyebrow, and I must give him a confused look. “Not taking you yet. You’ll ride me, the lips of your pussy surrounding my cock as you rock these sweet hips and get yourself off while doing the same for me.”