Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Don’t die.” My breath hitches as her tongue travels over my lower abs, and her fingers run over the waistband of my jeans.
“I’m being dramatic,” she replies. “I have no plans on dying before I get on my knees and take you in my mouth.”
“O-oh. I… should… shower if you want to do that.”
Her head snaps up. “Should?”
“I was sitting on a bus all day. And it’s late. I’m sure things are not quite as fresh as they should be.”
She purses her lips and pushes them out to the side. She’s trying not to smile, but she loses the battle and gives me a dazzling grin that makes me see stars. “What if I like that?”
“Sweaty balls?”
“Yeah. I don’t want you clean and and fucking sanitized and smelling like soap. I want you raw and masculine and tasting like yourself. Unless… unless you’re really adamant about it, and me doing this before you take a shower is going to make you so uncomfortable that it ruins the experience for you.”
“I was thinking about your comfort,” I tell her.
I didn’t expect her honesty, even though I should be used to it by now. It’s refreshing to be able to talk to someone without layers of filters and fear, but this is still new. I’m still shy when she undoes my jeans and works the zipper open.
I can see her point about everything she said. Because I’d love to push her up against a wall, rip off those jeans with the fancy bleached patterns on them, tear her panties off with my teeth, and feast on her pussy. I want the taste of her.
She pushes my boxers and jeans down just enough to free my cock. Then, she sinks down to her knees, holding me in her palm in a firm grasp. She maintains eye contact the whole way, licking her bottom lip on purpose. The whole thing is so erotic that for the second time since we walked into this room, my knees nearly buckle.
“I’ll take that wink now,” she says coyly. “And then I’ll take the rest of you and give you pleasure like you’ve only dreamed about.”
She waits for me, her dark eyes blown and so sparkling huge, her cheeks the prettiest pink, and her lips enticingly swollen from kissing me.
“What I’ve dreamed about,” she continues, since my winking mechanism seems to be temporarily broken, “is pleasure that’s nearly perfect because it’s with someone I truly connect with. Someone who isn’t perfect but is as close to perfect for me as there is.”
She brushes the side of her face against my cock, smearing the wetness leaking from the tip over her cheek. Then, she drags a long inhale that unleashes the primal parts of me. Not that I wasn’t already going to tear out of my skin.
I tilt her chin up and hold eye contact with her for a few seconds before I wink.
“Are you trying to kill me? Do you have any idea what that level of hotness does to my ovaries?” She laughs, her playfulness easing my nerves and uncoiling some of the tension wound up in my muscles. She’s so fucking sexy. She hides her face, concentrating on what her hand is doing, and it moves from the base of my cock up to the shaft and then back down again. “I want this to feel good right until the end. You don’t have to do anything like warn me. I’m very much in this to the end.”
“Fuck.” I rest my trembling hand on the top of her silky hair.
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll eat pie and have an amazing day. I’m manifesting it, so it can’t go any other way. And tomorrow, I’m going to spend the night here with you, if you’re okay with that.”
“Dulcie…”
“Right. I shouldn’t be asking you things like this with your cock in my hand.” She releases it. “Is that better?”
“No,” I groan. “I was going to say that I like how you manifest nice things. I love how your mind works.”
“Even if it’s terrifying?” she asks.
“Especially when it’s terrifying.”
“Good,” she whispers. She takes my hand, guiding it to the base of my cock. “I want you to put yourself in my mouth. Show me what you like.”
What I would like is not to come right the fuck now as I watch the sexy as hell and bossy yet innocent display right in front of me.
She opens her mouth and leans forward, teasing my tip with her tongue and humming at the taste. “Mmm, yeah. I’d definitely like more.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Please?” I seem to have a problem with freezing up at the most embarrassing times. “You should probably shut me up before I call you da—”
That works.
I press the pad of my thumb to her bottom lip, opening her mouth before I bring my dick to her. She lets me have total control, but she can’t resist flicking her tongue over my head and exploring down the length of me as she takes more and more. I stop when I’m scared I’m going to choke her, but she takes my wrist and leans into me, swallowing when she feels me at the back of her throat.