Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says arrogantly before he attacks my tits with kisses and bites before his wet tongue curls around one nipple and then the other.
Who knew I could come so close to orgasm just by having my tits sucked?
“No shit,” I agree with him minutes later. He is an oral master, sliding his tongue across my tits, humming his pleasure the whole fucking time. “Joaquin,” I whisper.
His mouth leaves my breasts, and I whimper, feeling deserted, and what does he do? He chuckles and kisses his way down my belly, unfastening my jeans, shoving them over my hips and down my legs.
His moves are so tender, so at odds with how his mouth just sent my temperature up a thousand degrees, as he removes my heels to get rid of my jeans. “Keep these,” he says, sending a wicked smile up at me, urging me to step back into my hooker-red stilettos.
“I thought you might like them.”
“I’ll like ’em more digging into my back,” he says and dives between my legs, teasing my pussy through the lace thong he didn’t bother to remove.
The scrape of the lace against my tender clit sends shockwaves throughout my body, making my hips buck against his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out and let my head fall back against the door, one hand tangling in his hair to keep him right where my pussy wants him. “Joaquin,” I moan when he shoves my panties aside and slips his tongue between my pussy lips. “Fuck.”
His growls vibrate against my clit and up my spine, intensifying the pleasure a hundred times over. His tongue never stops moving, up and down and round and round against my pussy, not even when he grabs one side of my thong and the sound of tearing fabric rips through the air.
I gasp at the total fucking hotness of the move, not even pissed about my torn thong, more aroused than anything else. My pussy drips into his mouth and down his chin, and I can’t look away from those honey-brown eyes gleaming up at me while he eats me.
“Yes, Joaquin!” I keep my eyes on his and fling one leg over his shoulder, letting that stiletto heel dig into his flesh just a little.
He rewards my move with two fingers deep inside my already pulsing pussy, his lips and tongue sucking my clit. My whole body trembles as pleasure rises to the surface, shooting through my arms and legs and making my skull tingle. I’m breathless and out of my mind at the way he’s working my pussy. When my orgasm hits, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my whole fucking life.
I’m shaking uncontrollably, and every swipe of his tongue sends me up higher and higher until I grip a handful of his hair and dig my heel just a little deeper to get him to stop. “No more.”
“More,” he grunts and lifts my other leg over his shoulder, leaving me suspended in the air with nowhere to run until he gives me another orgasm.
My legs hit the floor a little wobbly, and I’m walking like there’s six tequila shots in me instead of two. “Damn, Joaquin,” I say with a nervous laugh as I turn to face him, wearing an arrogant, self-satisfied smile.
“And that’s just the beginning.” He comes to me and kisses me so I can taste my pussy on his mouth, and fuck me, but I love it. He grins and gives me a gentle push that sends me falling backward onto the bed.
I jump to my knees. “I’m getting on top,” I tell him with a seductive smile. “Gotta protect the ink.”
“Fine by me,” he answers and starts to undress, but I smack his hands away and lick my lips.
“Let me.” I take my time undressing him until Joaquin is standing before me in nothing but a smile and a big fucking hard-on. “Perfect,” I growl and fist his cock, taking him deep in my mouth because I just can’t help myself.
Joaquin mumbles something in Spanish, and I don’t know what the hell he’s saying, but holy fuck, is it turning me on. When he fists my hair in his hand and lets out a feral growl, I feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I take him a little deeper, and his hand tightens in my hair, his hips flex, and I swallow around his cock.
“Oh, yeah. Just like that.” He yanks my hair to get me to stop, gripping a handful and staring down at me as harsh breaths rush out of him. His mouth crashes down on mine, and he kisses me for a long, incredibly fucking hot moment before he pulls back with a cocky smile. “Ride me, cowgirl.”
“Gladly.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him down onto the bed and straddle his hips, dragging my overheated pussy up and down the length of his cock.