Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Did you like coming on my fingers yesterday?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Yeah, I liked it, too. But it got my mouth all jealous.” I kiss the top of her slit. “It wants some of that sugar juice, little girl. I’m fitting to lick it out of you.”
She responds with a gasping shiver and I just dive in, angling my face so my forehead is pressed to the taut skin beneath her belly button and my tongue is hooked gently, rubbing her swelling clit.
“Oh, my goodness,” she exhales with a trembling voice, her stomach flexing and releasing against my forehead. I work my tongue in a faster, tighter pattern, my fingers down below to spread the resulting gush of moisture. Spreading it against her entrance with the pad of my thumb. Working it, working it in circles, before I finally pump my middle and ring finger into that snug entrance, her own arousal making a squish that rolls my eyes to the back of my head. Christ, she’s a horny one, isn’t she?
What if…it’s me, specifically me causing her to be in heat?
Is such a thing possible?
Quit that wishful thinking and enjoy her.
What else can I do when she’s so fucking juicy and responsive? Every lick of that hidden bud drives her closer. She lets me know with halting breaths and her fingers, which have speared into my hair and communicate to me. There. Faster. I give her innocent pussy what it needs, drawing my fingers in and out of her clenching fuck hole, the juice dripping down to my wrist.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “That same thing that happened y-yesterday. It’s happening again, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I roar in between laps of my tongue, quick concentrated rubs. My fingers move in a blur now. Holy hell, I wouldn’t have thought it possible for a virgin to squirt, but mine just might. She’s so worked up, I’m holding her down with my right forearm across her stomach, her hips bucking up, up, up, fucking my tongue.
When her peak hits, it bathes my mouth and nearly breaks me, the taste of her is so luscious. So fresh. I mash my face into her to get as close to the source as possible, my hard dick pulsing against the mattress.
Her legs loosen of tension, signaling that she’s coming down and I mount her, panting, my cock so heavy and stiff in my hand, I doubt I’ll make it ten seconds once I get it inside of her. My fingers are still tingling with the evidence of how tight she is. The girl cut off my fucking circulation. There’s no telling what’s in store for my dick.
As if I’m not already hard as stone, she’s gazing up at me in wonder, her juices dripping off my chin and onto her mouth where she licks up the droplets.
With a hoarse curse, I buck myself deep.
Holy.
Mother.
Of.
God.
My spine snaps straight, my feet digging into the mattress, and I bear down on my loins, begging myself not to come. She’s excruciatingly tight. So tight. Tender. Sopping wet. Hot. Clenching. Flames erupt in my vision, and I take hold of her little throat, part of me mad at her for feeling so incredible. For obsessing me like this. For offering me this pussy that men would kill for and taking it away in a week, leaving me destitute of her perfection.
I want to yell at her.
Shake her.
Punish her body with mine.
Instead, I melt.
I melt down on top of her, my mouth comforting hers with a slow, winding kiss. I hold my hips still and make love to her mouth, instead of pummeling her as originally planned. Plans are useless with this girl. I can only try and survive, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and groaning at her sweetness. How she hiccups and whines a few times, her slight body obviously adjusting to my much bigger one, but the strangest thing happens…
My patience and gentleness ends up giving me what I need.
What she needs.
Her knees widen slowly, her whines turning to whimpers.
“I like when you’re sweet to me,” she whispers, blinking her big, blue eyes.
“How can I be anything but sweet to an angel?” The words tumble out of me, before I can stop them, more arriving on their heels. Raw. Unfiltered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you’re either going to stop my heart or burst it, Billie. Goddammit, I don’t know which.”
Her breath catches. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I bury my face in her neck, terrified for her to see the vulnerability she’s making me feel. “You’re a priceless work of art.”
“Knox…” She whispers. “Daddy.”
My groan is guttural, hips beginning to roll. To ride her juicy little sex, the sounds of my deep, deep, deep plunges filling the room, along with the squeaking of the mattress, our heavy breathing. Her cunt starts to contract around my shaft, milking, enjoying, her hips giving subtle rolls that threaten to make me spill. My care with her has done this? Granted me the miracle of her bliss, the ecstasy on her face, even though she’s a virgin? Made her pliant and loving underneath me, her body accepting my rhythmic pumps eagerly, her lips popping open on gasps, her head tilting back into the pillows?