Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Johnny.” He groans against my heated flesh. The sensation carries through me, and I’m lost to how he’s working me up. His tongue swirls around my clit, and he places a kiss there when he’s done and moves away from where I was on the edge of coming. “What? Why?” I ask. My eyes that were screwed shut pop open, and I’m not ashamed that there’s a whining to my tone.
“Only getting started. Starting from the top and working my way down. Your scent sidetracked me. Seeing you naked for the first time in for-fucking-ever went straight to my head like a shot of whisky,” Johnny admits, sliding up until we’re face to face. He dips his head, and his mouth touches mine. I taste myself on him, and I’m once again being worked up. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms lifting and hands digging into his shoulders, using him for purchase in order to arch into his touch as his tongue slides inside, tangling with mine. The thick vein on the underside of his cock, thick and full, drags along my slit, causing me to lock myself right where I am.
“No, no, no,” I murmur, chasing his lips. Johnny has other ideas. Him pulling away from me for the second time today is enough to make me pout.
“Mi esposa,” he grunts, still rocking his hips against my pussy while his lips move to the side of my jaw, trailing down the slope of my neck, and I relish in the sensation of the light abrasion from the growth of his five-o’clock shadow.
“Mi esposo,” I reply, calling him my husband.
“Mierda, missed hearing you say that, missed you like this, bare and ready for me, missed you in this house. Plain fucking missed you, Winn.” He lifts his head, eyes searching mine, and when I give him the look he was searching for, that’s when his lips wrap around my nipple. His hand moves from the couch, and he cups my breast, giving it the right amount of pressure while his teeth bite down on my nipple.
“More. Please, Johnny, more.” My head moves side to side, my ankles lock around his waist, and my thighs clench with the need to get off by any means necessary. At this point, if he so much as breathed along my clit, I’d probably come.
“Patience, corazón, patience.” Pure Johnny, calling me sweetheart as he sucks on my nipple one last time while he pulls on the other. When he moves from one to the next, the cool air ripples across my wet skin. Johnny repeats the process. My hand moves to the back of his head, trying to keep him there as long as possible, but in doing so, it’s nearly impossible to maneuver his cock inside of me.
“Patience is not a virtue right now,” I groan as he pulls my nipple deeper, the roughness of his teeth along the tip, and when he flattens it with the rough of his mouth, while his thumb and pointer finger twist the other, I’m delirious with the pleasure at the slight pain he brings me. I can feel myself starting to reach for the orgasm that’s been so out of reach. The way he’s working my breasts, it won’t take much more, and I’ll be soaring.
“Hmm,” he mumbles. The popping sound as he lets go of my nipple echoes through the house. “You’re right it hasn’t, but you’re not getting my cock until you come with my mouth on your cunt.” He slides down my abdomen; his own is coated with my wetness. My legs loosen their hold around his waist, and Johnny’s hands grasp the back of my thighs, lifting them up as he drops to his knees. My head is lower than the rest of my body, ass hitting the armrest, and I’m aware of the fact that Johnny is in control here.
“Look at you, all wet and ready for me. Gonna fuckin’ feast on you, mi esposa.” I try to watch what he does, except the minute I feel his heated breath skate over me, my eyes close, and I’m lost to everything that is Johnny. The tips of his fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass, sliding dangerously close to back there, making me yearn for the feel of him everywhere. My ass, my pussy, my mouth, I want it all. I’m greedy, a quivering mess of desire, and when he finally gets to work, it’s with a precision only he’s mastered on me. His tongue slides from one side to the next. Every drop of wetness is lapped up, not a drip wasted, and I’m sure his chin will be coated by the time he’s done. I know that when he gets there, I won’t be able to hold back. I feel a finger press inside, followed by a second. He hooks upward, moving his fingers up and down while wrapping his mouth around my clit, sucking on it like he did my nipples. My back arches upward, my hands move, one to my breast, the other to the back of his head, holding him, and the only reason the heels of my feet aren’t digging into his back is because he holds me in such a way I can hardly move.