Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Show me.” It’s like it’s déjà vu, but something is different. One, he’s not drunk, and two, there is nothing to stop us from what is next.
I see the turmoil flash in his eyes before he stands up, and his hands are in my hair as he tilts my head to the side. The kiss starts off slow, him running his tongue across my lower lip, my mouth automatically opening for him as he slides his tongue in with mine. My body goes limp in his arms. My chest presses into his, my mouth swallowing his moan. My hands move to his hips and then up his chest, wanting to touch every single part of him. “Emmett,” I pant out his name when his lips move from my lips to my neck, licking, biting, kissing. My eyes try to stay open to take it all in, but I’m so lost in the feeling they just can’t stay open. His hands go from my hair to my hips and then to my ass, gripping both ass cheeks and pulling me to him. “Yes,” I hiss, feeling his cock on my stomach. “More,” I say, and it’s like someone else has taken over, and I’m along for the ride. “I need more,” I finally admit, sinking to my knees in front of him.
His eyes go big when I pull his shorts off his hips. “I need this.” I watch him when I grip his cock in my hand. “I’m not that good at this,” I say, “but I’m…” I move my hand up and down his shaft, trying to close my fingers but failing. I lick from his balls all the way to the tip of his cock. “…going to try.” I lick around before taking the head of his cock into my mouth. His hands come to the sides of my head as I take a little bit more of him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I open my eyes to look up at him. “I thought you were beautiful before,” he grits with clenched teeth while I move my mouth off him and then take him back inside my mouth, “but it’s nothing like seeing you with your mouth stuffed with my cock.” He moves his hips, slowly fucking my mouth. “Seen you in my dreams.” He closes his eyes and then quickly opens them up again, as he watches me take his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He guides it deeper. “Let it hit the back of your throat,” he instructs, and I wait for him to do just that.
“Fuck,” he swears as my hand grips him tighter, “you have me almost buried in that sweet mouth of yours.” I close my eyes and focus to take as much as I can into my mouth without gagging. “I don’t know what I like to do more with your mouth”—he thrusts his hips—“kiss it or fuck it.” He groans out, “I’m going to come. Sorry, baby, let me go.” But I don’t listen to him and my hand grips him more. “Baby, I’m not kidding. I’m about to blow.” I stare into his eyes, watching him come apart in my mouth. Feeling his cum hit my mouth and taking everything he has to give me. “Fuck.” He speeds up his thrusts. “She’s going to be the death of me.” His head goes back and I watch his throat move up and down as he swallows and his thrusts slow down.
He slips out of my mouth and I groan, wanting him back in there. He steps out of his shorts and bends to pick me up from the floor. His mouth covers mine as his hands work to push up my shirt. His lips let me go long enough to get my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. “You are even more fucking stunning in the light.” He cups my tits, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. “I’m going to feast on your pussy.” He moves to the other nipple. “Then I’m going to fuck it like I’ve been dreaming of doing.” I press my knees together and move side to side. “Is that what you want?” he asks and all I can do is nod.
“I want whatever you have to give to me,” I tell him as he moves his kisses down and then pulls down my shorts.
“Step out of them and then go lie in the middle of the bed,” he instructs me, and I do as I’m told. “Then open your legs and show me that sweet pussy of yours.” He fists his softening cock as he watches me get on the bed, my ass on display to him, and he groans. “Going to fuck you from behind,” he says. “Hold one of your hips and then pull your hair to make you fuck me back.” I close my eyes, thinking about how it would feel having him all around me and my head falls forward and I groan. “That’s my girl.” He gets on the bed, his hand coming out and sliding a finger into my pussy while I’m on my hands and knees. “Change of plans, stop right there. Open your legs wider,” he directs. I do, and he slides between them on his back, his mouth directly under my pussy. “Now ride my face.” His head rises as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Ride my face like you would ride my cock.” I get on my knees and lower myself onto his face, something I’ve never done before. The last person I had sex with was a guy I picked up at a bar, and we were both drunk. I don’t even think we had sex, but there was a used condom, and we were both naked. “Fuck, you taste like honey.” His tongue slides into me, along with two fingers.