Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Fucking love it,” he says.
I launch into him again, and though our mouths smash together passionately. We start walking, never breaking from the embrace, until we reach his car.
I only notice how far we’ve gone when Rickon’s knees buckle against the passenger side door.
“Get in,” he says, “you’re coming with me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He opens the door and I slip inside.
He rushes around the hood, starts the engine and we start moving down the road.
But I can’t keep my hands off of him while we drive. Staring at his muscular chest, they quickly descend to his belt. Fiddling and fondling with the buckle, while his cock throbs and tenses against his jeans.
I tug at the zip and free him from it. Where I could tell he was big before, nothing could prepare me for the tower of meat stretching out of the hole.
Rickon slams on the breaks when I wrap my hand around it, grunting feverishly at the sensations rushing through him. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t stop me, just grunts and groans as I stroke the length in a loose grip.
The car starts moving again, with urgency this time, in a hurry to reach his destination.
And I’m right there with him. Sliding a hand between my legs, pleasuring him and myself, with what’s about to come.
7
RICKON
Ibarely stop my car in my driveway, and Taylor’s on top of me. Straddling my hips in the awkward discomfort my Beemer’s seat provides. Still, she makes it work, pressing her slick pussy against my dick and gliding up and down, slowly. Looking straight into my eyes. Up and down, she throws her head back and tweaks her hips forward and back slightly as she slides down. Then throws both hands behind my neck and pulls me forward.
Burying my face between her breasts to stifle my groans, my tongue flicks out over her hard nipples. She bucks and bellows at the sensations my mouth and her satin wrap deliver.
“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks bluntly, between deep, husky breaths.
“I am.” I grab her ass, guiding her movements hard and fast against my shaft. “But not in here.”
I have to fight my own damn hand to let go of Taylor and open the car’s door. And if that’s just from holding her ass, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to get her off of me.
Instead, I latch onto her cheek again, cup the perfect curvature in my palm, and hoist her into the air as I get out. She yelps at the action, doesn’t fight it, sucking my lips into hers when we’re at full height.
We cross the driveway, but I keep moving her hips up and down with every step. Stroking my cock with her eager sex, like she’s my personal toy. Her satin dress and nightgown are bunched, no troublesome panties. And good God, the echoing groans emanating from her lips drive me crazy.
We make our way through my house in the darkness. I can’t be fucked to stop and flick the lights on. My restraint crumbles with every second I delay myself the gratification of having her, and we haven’t even started yet.
“Before I fuck you,” I whisper, breaking our kiss to travel my lips to the crook of her neck. “I’m going to taste you. Drink from your fountain and claim you with my tongue.”
I drop her onto my bed, ensuring her legs dangle off the side. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
Turning a bedside lamp on, I see her better sprawled on my bed, firm breasts peeking out from her satin pajama dress, her milky thighs parted to give me a glimpse of her soaked cunt. Glistening in the shadowy lamplight.
Tearing my shirt off, I drop to my knees in front of Taylor. I hook my fingers under her knees and guide her legs over my shoulders for a better view. And it’s like staring straight into heaven.
Clean shaven, apart from a tiny tuft of hair just above her clitoris. Too thin and short to be a landing strip, but I wouldn’t know what else to call it. A helipad?Her body’s vibrating in excitement, writhing and wriggling as her arms stretch out and she grabs fistfuls of my hair.
“What are you waiting for then?” She asks, lifting her neck and staring at me over her breast mounds.
I pull her closer to me, my breath becoming ragged as I approach her gooey center. Starting with her thighs, I graze my tongue over the tender, scorched flesh. Stealing my first taste of her delicious nectar. I peck between licks, and nibble on her flesh as I head higher.
Taylor’s grip tightens in my hair as her body buckles. Her ankles kick into my back. I take it as a sign that I shouldn’t keep her waiting.
I run the flat pad of my tongue over her slick slit. A long stroke, starting at the tip and ending as far back as my mouth will allow. Coating myself in her liquids, savoring the taste, while I glance up at her as her chest rises up and down with her intensifying breaths.