Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“So beautiful,” Dylan murmured, his voice husky with want. “Your pretty little pussy is absolutely perfect, Andrea. And look at this adorable little asshole, all pink and tight.”
I gasped as Dylan ran a finger lightly over my exposed anus, the feather-light touch sending shivers up my spine. My pussy clenched involuntarily, aching to be filled.
“You like that, don’t you?” Dylan asked, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “Your body is so responsive, sweetheart. I can see how badly you need it.”
My eyes widened as I saw Dylan’s free hand move to the front of his pants, palming the obvious bulge there. “You’ve got me so hard, Andrea,” he growled. “I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
I watched, wide-eyed, as Dylan unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, thick and rigid with arousal. My mouth went dry at the sight of it, so much larger than Ethan’s had been.
Dylan wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking slowly as he continued to drink in the sight of my bared pussy. “I’m going to stroke my cock while I eat you out,” he told me, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to watch me pleasure myself as I taste every inch of this delicious cunt.”
Before I could respond, Dylan lowered his head between my spread thighs. His eyes locked onto mine, intense and full of promise. “Keep your eyes open,” he ordered softly. “I want to see your face while I’m making you come.”
I nodded mutely, unable to look away as Dylan’s tongue darted out to trace along my slit. The first touch of his warm, wet tongue against my sensitive flesh made me cry out in pleasure. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact.
Dylan’s free hand came to rest on my lower belly, holding me in place as he began to explore my pussy in earnest. His tongue swirled around my clit, then dipped lower to tease at the virgin entrance to my aching sheath. All the while, his other hand worked his cock, stroking in time with the movements of his mouth.
Dylan’s tongue delved deeper, parting my folds and exploring every inch of my pussy. I couldn’t hold back the cries of pleasure that escaped my lips as he skillfully worked me over. To my horror, the thought that Lila and Lydia—and, much worse, Greta and Devin—must surely be listening to my submission only made my pussy clench under my suitor’s probing tongue. His mouth seemed relentless, alternating between long, slow licks along my slit and quick flicks against my swollen clit.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my back arching off the bed. “Dylan, sir… please… I… I… I can’t!”
But he didn’t let up. If anything, my desperate pleas seemed to spur him on. He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. My thighs began to tremble uncontrollably as the pressure built low in my belly.
All the while, Dylan’s eyes remained locked on mine. The intensity of his gaze held me captive, forcing me to confront the depths of my own need. I felt utterly mastered, not just physically but emotionally, too. I couldn’t hide from the raw desire I saw reflected in those hazel depths.
Just as I thought I might shatter from the overwhelming sensations, Dylan pulled back slightly. His chin glistened with my arousal as he smiled up at me. “You taste absolutely divine, Andrea,” he praised, his voice rough with lust. “So sweet and naughty. I could suck on this pretty pussy for hours.”
My cheeks burned at his words, but Dylan’s frank appreciation of my body intoxicated me, too.
“Look at my cock, sweetheart,” Dylan commanded softly, drawing my attention to where his hand still worked his impressive length. “See how hard you’ve made me? Do you know why?”
I bit my lip, too embarrassed to answer. But Dylan wasn’t letting me off that easily. He lowered his head once more, placing a series of soft kisses along my inner thighs. “Tell me, Andrea,” he murmured against my heated skin. “Why is my cock so hard right now?”
His tongue darted out to trace lazy circles around my clit as he waited for my response. The teasing touch was maddening, not quite enough to push me over the edge but more than sufficient to keep me teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
“B-because,” I stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts through the turmoil of pleasure. “Because you… you want to…”
Dylan’s free hand came up to spread my pussy lips wider, exposing my most intimate parts to his hungry gaze. “Say it, sweetheart,” he urged, his hot breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Tell me why I’m so hard.”
The wolfish hunger in his words sent another jolt of arousal through me. I whimpered, torn between shame and desperate need. Dylan’s question hung heavily in the air, the only sound in the room the harsh panting of our breaths. I bit my lip, my heart racing in my chest. I knew very well why he was so aroused, but the words refused to pass my lips. The very thought filled me with mortification.