Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Damn. He should’ve pulled his hair up and out of the way. At moments like these, his long hair became annoying.
Christ, did he really give a shit about getting messy?
When he inhaled deeply, pulling her sweet scent deep into his lungs, his answer was fuck no.
He sucked one plump fold into his mouth, then the other, before driving his tongue inside her. But it was when he shifted to the smooth pearl hidden within her clam that her hips bucked against his face, smearing the result of his work into his beard and hair.
She tasted a fuck of a lot better than any of the meals she’d cooked so far. And they’d been the best he’d had in a while. If not ever.
He flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking on it roughly, causing her hips to jump. He really should finger fuck her again but he was determined to make her come this time solely using his mouth. And, of course, his magical tongue.
He tugged and teased, causing the thighs now clamped around his ears to tremble and shake.
He was no longer able to see or hear. Exactly how he preferred it when he fell face first into pussy.
But, for fuck’s sake, he needed for her to come soon. He was ready for the main event. Switching his tongue into turbo mode, he didn’t give even a second of mercy to her clit or cunt.
He didn’t even let up when her thighs sandwiched his head so tightly, he thought she might pop it like a balloon. That could be a sign that she was about to come again, only she was no longer giving him room to work.
When her hips surged up once more, her pussy smashed his nose. Pulling back to take a breath, he could clearly see she was riding out another orgasm.
Hell yeah. Orgasm number two.
Her unrestrained reactions went right to his dick. It was hard as fuck and aching, pissed at him for holding off for so long. The crown was slick and a string of precum swung precariously from the tip in anticipation of finally filling her.
Time to kick this ride into third gear.
Before she even stopped shuddering, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing the long, delicate line of her throat. He slowly slid his nose along her heated skin with his fingers following before wrapping around her neck like a collar. He flexed his fingers and dug the tips deeper, feeling her pulse beat as fast as a hummingbird’s wings under his palm.
As soon as he released her hair, he crushed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth again just like he was about to claim her pussy.
Keeping a hand on her throat, he used the other to tuck the foil package between his teeth to rip it open, letting the wrapper drop to the floor as he managed to roll the condom on single-handedly. He lined himself up by tucking the tip of his dick at the center of his target. He held her steady by gripping the soft flesh covering her hips.
Despite the urge to quickly bang one out, he gritted his teeth and took his time entering her, inch by inch, until his dick was encased in her velvety heat all the way to the root. Until he hit the end of her.
She was tight compared to the sweet butts, making him wonder how long it had been since she’d had anyone inside her. Then it hit him like a baseball bat to the head. Whatever that answer was, he didn’t fucking care.
It was his pussy now.
All right, maybe not for forever, but for the next ten minutes. When she squeezed and stretched around his length, it became clear that it might be more like two minutes. And that was being generous.
Whatever.
While it might be impossible to go any deeper, he wanted to. Fuck did he want to. Apparently, so did she.
It certainly didn’t fucking help his endurance when her nails drilled into his ass, trying to pull him even deeper. That was going to leave a mark. But he didn’t give a fuck about any battle wounds. He’d wear them proudly.
Her breath hissed out of her as he held her tightly, flexed his knees, and drove himself up and into her over and over.
This didn’t have to take long, it only needed to be fucking great. A taste of what he could do to her in hopes she’d want to do it again. He fucking needed to do this again.
No fake noises. No goddamn agenda. No bullshit.
It was about one simple result: pleasure.
Pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, he found a pace that worked for them both. Attempting to draw out her next orgasm. If he achieved it, it would be her third. And her last.