Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
When she comes back in a few minutes later, her hair is damp, and she is wrapped in a towel. She leans against the doorway and gives me a mischievous smile.
“What’s happening today?” she asks, her voice soft and curious, and her eyes bright with anticipation. “Just so I can wear something appropriate.”
“The most appropriate thing you can wear for the next item on the itinerary is to lose that towel,” I drawl.
Her eyes widen innocently. “Naked is a dress code? Are we going to a nudist beach?”
I smile slowly, lift the sheets up, and show her my cock standing upright and stiff. You’re going riding darlin’, and your horse is right here.”
“Oh, you big, bad, thick man,” she mock gasps.
“That’s right. Now bring that pretty, needy little slit over here pronto.”
“Someone’s hungry,” she teases, before dropping her towel and walking towards me, hips swaying seductively, and her magnificent breasts bouncing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rhett
She positions herself on my thighs. “Rhett,” she whines, her soft, wet pussy grinding against my flesh.
“Open wide for me,” I command.
Her eyes become smoky with shock, excitement, and pure anticipation. Ever so slowly, she leans back, and with her palms firmly on the bed, she submits. Her legs make a V, then she opens wide and exposes all of her intimacies. She is dripping with excitement, and her eyes beg me to have her in whatever way I want. There is rapture in capitulation.
I shiver at the sight of her surrender.
I lean forward and finger her clit. It is pure joy to watch her gorgeous face turn lustful and hear the small kitten sounds she makes as I push two fingers into her wet heat. Her head drops back. The plan was to finger-fuck until she climaxed, then fuck her until she forgets her own name, but my mouth waters for the sweet taste of her.
In the end, I make her sit on my face and eat her out to my heart’s content. And why not? She is blissful, and I’m in heaven. I suck her until she gushes over me and I remember the furious urge in me to push forward, make her eyes roll back, and see her convulse with pleasure.
Taking a firm hold of her hips, I bring her to me and flip her onto her stomach as if she was no more than a doll. She laughs with pleasure and lets me. It is so wonderfully easy to slide between the slick, hot lips of her engorged pussy. Gently, I press the back of her neck to force her down on the bed. It evokes a gasp of frantic thrill from her at the promise of getting mercilessly, adoringly, and inescapably fucked.
“Slowly. Go slow,” she cries. “I want to feel every last inch. Make me wonder when it will end.”
“Will do, darlin’.”
I stop my press inexorably into her to allow her to get used to the stretch.
“More. Get all of it in. Fill me up,” she urges.
I slam in hard.
“Oh Fuck. Big. Big,” she moans excitedly.
“Too much?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“No. Stay. It’s perfect.”
One of her hands swings back and feels around until she has a firm grip on my ass. She is demanding I stay balls-deep. I feel her breath catch more than once, and I think I do the same, feeling the incredible, swollen, almost too much pressure inside her, nudging myself through the wall of wet, spasming flesh.
“Tell me how much you want my cock,” I ask, grinding slowly in and out of her, my fingers flicking over her clit.
“Just keep fucking my pussy. Nice and deep,” she groans, followed by a string of unholy sounds from her throat.
The big bed creaks as I pound away any thoughts of George from her head. I make her scream raggedly into the sheets and pillow.
“Uh … huh. Oh my God. Make me … oh, Rhett. Yes. Like that. That’s it. Oh, man … Oh God. Yes. Like that. Like that. That! That! ... Exactly like that.”
I put my everything into her and plow in and out of her tight little pussy. When I look down at the shivering, lost flesh under me, I know without a doubt that she is mine now. And lily-livered George can go take a flying leap off the white cliffs of Dover.
I pump her half to heaven until we both give each other what we crave.
For a long while, neither of us speaks. Then she turns to me. “That was something, huh?”
“It was.”
She bites her lip. “To be that good, I suppose you get a lot of practice.”
I hide my amusement. “It was good not because I’m good, but because we’re good together.”
“Was it this good with Vanessa?” she asks softly.
I laugh. “No.”
“No?” She sounds hopeful.
“No. Finding the person you have off-the-charts sexual chemistry with is not easy.”