Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Yeah, it is,” she replies huskily. I’m trying my hardest to give her this after I had my hands on her earlier today, as well as my mouth. Her hands travel down my torso, causing my knees to lock in place while my dick flexes beneath the zipper of my shorts. When my eyes take in the vibrant blue color of hers, and I see the longing there, I know I’m going to give this to her.
“Foxy.” My voice goes hoarse when she plays with the material sitting low on my waist.
“Will you let me?” One finger delves inside both my shorts and boxer briefs, causing my muscles to tighten and my balls to draw tight. Jesus, what’s that saying? Resistance is futile. “Please.” She tacks on that six-letter word, and while I’m unsure of what she’s asking entirely, whatever it is, I’ll let her do whatever she wants. The thought of having her palm slide up and down my shaft, thumb gathering the precum and sucking both into her mouth. Then there’s the other scenario, the one I’d do just about anything for.
“You want me, Foxy, you can have me, any way you want.” I reach up to cup the nape of her neck, gliding my thumb along her bottom lip and pulling it out. I’m about to replace my finger with my mouth when Ronnie shocks me to the core.
Her tongue slides out, lips wrapping around my thumb, and she sucks it into her mouth exactly like I envisioned her doing to my cock.
“Fuck me.” All my willpower to keep my eyes open vanishes. My shorts drop to the ground, and her hand slides inside my briefs. The palm of her hand flattens on my lower abdomen, fingers so close to the head of my dick that I’m unable to hold back a groan.
“I’m going to do exactly that.” She presses her lips to the other side of my chest, opposite of my tattoo. One kiss after the other in no particular order as she cascades her sweet lips, a wet tongue, and hot breaths down my torso. There’s nothing left do but hold the hell on. My fingers tangle in her hair, holding her in place, getting lost in the moment. I’m still not too fucking sure how she’s going to fuck me. All I know is I’m going to need to find some sort of restraint.
“Foxy.” She grips my shaft with zero hesitation, and I lose her mouth from my skin. “Look at me. Show me your pretty eyes, and don’t look away.”
“I won’t, but you can’t, either.” With that, she falls to her knees. Goddamn it all to hell, the beauty between my spread legs is everything I hoped for and so much fucking more.
“Yeah, we’ll see who folds first.” I shoot her a smirk and have to bite the inside of my cheek when she finishes pulling my boxers down my legs.
“Yes, we will.” Her eyes don’t leave me, which is a damn shame because I’m finding it hard as hell to keep my end of the bargain.
“Want your shirt off and your shorts undone. If I’m coming, so are you, Foxy.” Instead of answering me, she drags the tip of her tongue along my slit, gathering the precum before tucking into her mouth and swallowing it. Then she pulls back and whips her shirt over her head. Her full, lush tits bounce, making my mouth water. When she shimmies out of her shorts and underwear, my brain short-circuits. Imagining what Ronnie would look like versus seeing it in real fucking life? It’s not the same thing. She’s got a soft rounded stomach, hips that I’ve had my hands all over, and skin I’ve yet to taste every inch of. The small thatch of hair is neatly trimmed and the same color of her dark hair. Wetness coats the lips of her cunt, and my nostrils flare out at the thought of having my head buried between her thighs. I’d fucking go to town, lick, flick, suck, and bite at her, and no way would I let one drop go to waste.
“Jude.” I watch as her thighs tremble and her nipples tighten further.
“Do whatever you want to me, Foxy, as long as your eyes are on me and your fingers are buried inside your pussy.” Losing her mouth was worth it, especially seeing Ronnie like this. One of her hands wraps around my shaft, holding it my place, while she moves her open mouth closer to where I’m dying to feel her warmth. With the other, she dances her fingers down her soft skin, and the minute the tip of her index finger slides along her clit, she takes the head of my cock in her mouth.
Her eyes shudder. She’s on the verge of losing her edge in the game, and the last thing I want is for this to be over. It’s a game, one that has us both winning in the end.