Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I place her panties on the bed, not willing to just toss them to the floor. I’m saving them for later. I settle in between her thighs and grip the back of them to spread her farther, opening up her pussy more until I see her tiny clit begging for my attention.
"Eros." She huffs. "Stop staring at me."
"Never."
Bonte jerks her hips.
"Calm it, Hellcat. I'm memorizing you."
“How do you say the sweetest things?” She whispers the question. I don’t think she’s truly asking me, but it hits me nice and good that I can be sweet to her. The last person that likely thought I was sweet was my mother, and I would have been a child.
"Only for you," I tell her before I shove my face between her lush, welcoming thighs. I slide my tongue through the folds of her sex to find her clit.
Bonte cries out and arches her hips upward, attempting to offer me more of herself. I greedily take it, licking and sucking. It doesn't take long before she is coming on my face, my name spilling from her lips. Her fingers claw at the comforter beneath her.
I press my hips into the mattress, attempting to alleviate the pain that has formed in my dick. It's a satisfying ache. One I know I'll crave to have again.
"Eros." Her hips jerk, and now she's trying to pull back from me. I tighten my grip, making it clear she's not going anywhere. "It's sensitive, oh shit." She squirms, and I relent from her clit. There are other places to explore.
I slide my hands under her to her ass and slightly lift her off the bed so that my tongue can reach deeper inside of her. I stiffen it and thrust inside, feeling her tightness for the first time.
Bonte's whole body jolts, a whimper following after. I get lost in her. I’m sure I’m sloppy at this point with no finesse as I try to suck up every drop of her sweet wetness. It's noisy and glorious as I feast away on her.
Each time I thrust my tongue back into her, my mind imagines how it will feel when it's my cock entering her. Bonte rolls her hips, panting my name. Her pussy flutters around my tongue, and I know she’s close again.
I release her ass back down onto the bed and replace my tongue with my finger, moving my mouth back to her clit once again. I feel her entire body tense as I continue to work my finger in and out of her.
I groan against her pussy. A tingling is forming at the base of my spine. I lock my lips around her clit and suck incessantly while I stroke it back and forth with my tongue.
Bonte’s whole body locks up. I plant my eyes on her to watch her come undone for me. Her back bows off the bed, her legs shaking as she claws at the comforter again. I take it all in.
Her pussy spasms around my finger. I work the rest of the orgasm out of her as my own hits me so hard I have to close my eyes. Bonte’s fingers grip my short hair, tugging. I release her clit but keep my finger inside of her, enjoying the feel of her pussy still fluttering around it.
Bonte’s body relaxes into the bed. She takes deep, long breaths. Slowly I remove my finger from inside of her, bringing it to my mouth. I suck it clean. She watches me with the most relaxed smile I’ve ever seen on her beautiful face. It’s carefree; her cheeks are more flushed than ever.
I feel like a king knowing I put that expression on her face. I move up her body, caging her in underneath me, to kiss her long and hard.
“Thank you,” I tell her when I lift my mouth from hers. She lets out a giggle.
“You’re very welcome.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me back down for another kiss. I give it to her. There isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t give her, except freedom from me. "What are you thinking?" Bonte wraps her legs around me, letting me know she wants me to stay put. Her eyes start to flutter closed.
"That I can't ever let you go."
“Mmkay,” she whispers as she lets sleep pull her under, giving me all the time I want to watch her. Others can stare at art for hours on end. Bonte is my art. If that makes me a barbaric sociopathic Neanderthal, then that’s what I am.
Chapter Sixteen
BONTE
The first thing I notice is how incredibly warm I am. It’s not the uncomfortable kind but like when you cuddle down into your blankets. When I open my eyes, I see the top of Eros's head, his face resting between my breasts. He’s got his arms wrapped around me tightly, with one of his heavy thighs thrown over my legs.