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)
“No panties, Foxy? Pretty sure you knew what you were asking for walking out in nothing but my shirt.” I noticed the soft sway of her curves when she first walked in, the way her nipples tightened like little berries, begging for my mouth. What I didn’t expect was for her to leave her panties in the bedroom.
“They’ll just end up on the floor anyways.” She opens the map and sets up the game she’ll be playing, all the while my fingers are slowly trailing closer and closer to the apex of her sex.
“There is that, and if that’s the case, you probably shouldn’t have worn the shirt, either.” I slide my hand beneath the fabric, cupping her breast while the other does similar beneath her panties to feel her wet center while my mouth latches to the nape of her neck.
“I can take care of it now. I don’t mind.” The shakiness in her voice tells me she’s not as unaffected as she’s trying to pretend to be. When I trace the lips of her pussy, her desire coats the tip of my finger, and her back bows, asking for more. And while I’d love nothing more than plunge inside her, I’d like to draw this out, make sure she’s ready, and judging by her scent that invades the room, it won’t take long at all.
“You do that, Foxy. Don’t lose my hands, though.” Ronnie’s nails dig into the tops of my thighs. I have half a mind to spread her wider, hook her legs over mine, giving me more room to work with, but I know this woman like the back of my hand. She’ll do anything to get her way, including lifting her body up, using her thigh muscles, and try to resituate herself while working the shirt over her head.
“Jude.” Fingers graze along her body when she lets go of my thighs long enough to slip out of her clothes. The minute her bare back meets my bare chest, I look down, watching as her tits bounce with each slight movement.
“Fuck me,” I groan, feeling her tighten around my fingers as they move in and out, coming away coated with her desire. I press the palm of my hand against her clit, applying the friction she needs while I keep up the momentum, flicking back and forth in her pussy, moving from one nipple to the other. Her head moves from side to side on my shoulder, moans getting deeper with each pinch and pull on her pebbled tips.
“Yes, please, Jude.”
“You want to come on my fingers or my cock?” I’m giving her the option, pressing my dick into her ass. The damn thing is impossible to ignore, and the precum is coating my shorts, no doubt leaving a wet spot.
“Your cock. I’m tired of waiting.” With a strength I didn’t know she’s capable of, she moves off my hand and crawls away, giving me a clear shot of her ass, an ass I’m going to work so I can take her there, too. I let out a hiss of air. Ronnie looks of her shoulder, and I’m damn near ready to explode.
“You want me to take you from behind, or are you going to plant your sweet pussy on my cock?” I pull my shorts down. My cock is lying hard and heavy against my lower abdomen. The frenum piercing has a silver barbell going through it, and Ronnie more than loves the way it’s made her feel so far. Now she’ll get to experience the real deal.
“I get the option?” she teases, wiggling her hips. The insides of her thighs are slick, making me lick my lips. I’ve got half a mind eat her from behind.
“You won’t if you don’t make a decision soon.” I wrap my hand around my dick and tug on it, trying to stave off the need to come before she’s on me.
“Fine. I want to ride you, Jude.” She spins around on her hands and knees and crawls toward me. And my god, it’s a fucking sight—hair falling down, skin I’ve had my hands on every which way, tits swaying in time with her hips. The possibility of going slow is going to be damn hard.
“Then ride me, Foxy,” I groan, eyes closing for a half a second as I try to gather my thoughts.
“Jude.” Her hands go to my shoulders, and my gaze lands on hers for a moment, but what I really want to see is my cock disappearing inch by inch inside her tight cunt.
“Don’t have a condom on me. Fuck.” I should have thought this through. We’ve done everything else, talked about being clean, but protection against pregnancy, the conversation hasn’t come up.
“We don’t need one.” Ronnie lifts her arm. “You can feel it. The implant is right here.” My hand wraps around her bicep, thumb sliding over the raised part.