Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
He groans out loud along with me, spurting cum on the glass and on my ass, and he leans over and licks it right off my butt cheeks.
His own cum.
Fuck. I didn’t know it could be so hot.
He spins me around in his arms and slams his mouth on mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I can taste him too.
He pushes the showerhead back into place and immediately grabs my thighs, lifting me against the wall as I squeal. But the yelp turns into a long-drawn-out moan as he buries his head between my legs and begins to lick right there where it’s still throbbing.
And fuck me, I don’t think I ever could’ve landed a more perfect man.
Grey
The only thing that makes me more ravenous than murder is the taste of my girl’s pussy on my tongue.
I swipe around her clit, circling it as fast as I can before sucking on it. I know how to please her. I can hear it from her moans, and it’s such a turn-on that I want nothing more than to eat her out every day for the rest of my life.
This pussy is the only pussy I ever want to taste, ever want to touch, ever want to fuck.
But we’ll get to that part soon enough.
My tongue swirls around her wetness, her moans making me hard again with ease. I could never have enough of her or the sounds she makes. I’m a man possessed with the idea of owning every inch of her, even the parts she keeps hidden.
Even the parts she’s too afraid to show anyone else.
I raise her higher, putting her thighs right up in my face so she smothers me, and her legs interlock behind my neck.
“Fuck yes. Squeeze me with your thighs,” I murmur.
She applies some pressure, blocking the blood supply to my neck, and the feeling is divine.
“Yes,” I say. “Choke me like I choked you.”
My hand slips up her belly to her tits so I can play with her taut nipples. She mewls from my touch, and I grin against her mound before sucking some more.
She doesn’t know all the ways I’ve studied her.
All the ways I’ve taught myself how to make love to a woman like her.
How meticulously I orchestrated all of this right under her nose.
She’s oblivious to it all.
Oblivious to my insatiable greed.
Oblivious to my stalker ways.
And I don’t ever intend to stop.
A year ago
With my notebook in hand, I watch her walk out the front door of Spine Ridge University, penning down the exact time and location. I have pages and pages full of notes. Which classes she has, when they start, when she’s done, who she talks to, who she likes, who she doesn’t. I write down everything she does, even the small get-togethers, so I can keep track of her activities.
I’m waiting.
Waiting for the perfect moment to introduce myself.
Waiting for that opportunistic time when she’s disheveled, distracted enough not to notice me sneaking into her life until we’re already threaded together too meticulously to ever be pulled apart again.
I’m obsessed.
Obsessed with this redheaded, talkative, bubbly girl who lights up any space she enters.
And all I want to do is watch her, study her, until I know every single inch of her skin by memory alone. Her voice haunts me. She’s never spoken to me, yet whenever she talks to her friends, I want to listen to her stories for as long as I can, hoping she doesn’t see me.
She’s not ready for me yet.
I’m too unhinged, too … consumed by the idea of making her mine.
And oh … will she be fucking mine.
There is no if, no but, no perhaps, there is only when.
And when the time comes, I will have her begging to come undone.
Present
“You taste so goddamn good,” I murmur into her.
“Fuck, keep doing that with your tongue,” she says between breaths, squeezing even harder, tighter, more dominantly. “More, Grey, harder. Please.”
I groan into her slit before continuing my strokes, watching her every glance, every breath, every fucking pore in her body as it comes alive from my mouth.
“Come on my mouth,” I groan. “Let me taste you.”
She moans out loud, louder than ever before, and as she falls apart on my tongue yet again. I lap it all up with both my hands on her tits, claiming her like she always belonged to me. The taste of her wetness as she comes on my tongue is too much to take. Moaning into her slit, I spurt out more cum against the wall, overcome by desire.
Panting, I rest my face between her legs and plant kisses all over her thighs and belly, appreciating every inch of her skin, every curve, every stretch mark, and every dip before I let her down. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, smiling.