Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“I may have a thing for it,” I admit, staring up at the ceiling and not his masked face.
“I think you have a thing for me,” he snarls then drops onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight. He pushes my legs even further apart, his shoulders settling between my thighs. His head disappears under my dress and then he’s licking me over my wet panties.
“Whoa!” I cry out, backing away from the unexpected sensation.
He puts his arm over my stomach. “No, you don’t. You made a mess, and I’m going to clean it up. But ask me nicely. Ask me to lick this pretty pussy of yours clean and make you come again.”
I’ve never really been a dirty talker, but after what this man did with his fingers, I wonder what he can do with his tongue. If I don’t find out, then I might just explode from sheer need. “Would you lick my pussy clean and make me come again? I need it so much.”
He doesn’t make me wait. He ducks his head back under my dress and licks me again.
“Take off my panties,” I gasp then remember how much he likes being in control. “Please. Please would you take off my panties and lick me?”
“Proud of you for asking like a good girl,” he rumbles. The next second, my panties are coming down my legs, and I’m feeling his hot breath on my center. “Look at all this cream. You’re going to put it all in my beard. I’ll spank you if you don’t.”
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter softly, liking that image way too much. How is it this stranger knows exactly what to say to make me even wetter?
He presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, moving slowly until he’s at the apex. Only then does he spread my lips with his thumbs. He swears as soon as he does. “Every part of you is so pretty. I could live the rest of my days just staring at this eighth wonder of the world, your perfect cunt. Going to taste you now.”
As soon as he licks my swollen slit, I nearly levitate off the bed. I’ve never had anything like this. It’s nothing like my toys. It’s a hundred times better, especially the way he’s holding me down and making obscene noises. He’s making it clear that he’s having the time of his life down there, enjoying himself as he licks me everywhere.
When he finally circles my clit with his tongue, my eyes roll back in my head. He just keeps making this better as he alternates between licking my clit and tenderly nipping at my soft thighs.
His beard is creating the most delicious friction, and just when I think I’m going to die of longing, he finally seams his lips around my clit and sucks hard.
I come with a scream that could rival Celeste’s, completely undone by this bossy, possessive stranger who thinks my pleasure is the most important thing in the world.
As soon as my taut, sweat-covered body relaxes onto the bedding, he starts again. He begins tasting me like he didn’t just give me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
I try to squirm away, but he holds me in place, his hands demanding my surrender. “The first one was for you. The second one is for me. Your job is to lie back and take it.”
I swear again, my body already heating at his filthy words. I can’t possibly orgasm again a second time, can I? But if he’s determined to try, then I’m not going to stop him.
He laps at me, winding me up slowly until I’m threading my fingers through his hair and tugging at the short strands. He doesn’t seem to mind the pull or the way I shamelessly rub against him this time. If anything, my reaction only seems to heighten his enjoyment. His hand goes to my ass, and he uses my cheeks to leverage my body closer to his mouth.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he grunts out before working his tongue into my tight channel. As soon as he does, he pinches my swollen nub and I detonate all over again, soaking his beard, my dress, and the bed. It’s embarrassing how much he made me come, how big of a mess I made.
“Don’t you worry about that,” he says, and I realize I must have said the words aloud. He’s no longer under the skirt of my dress. Now, he’s prowling up my body.
He reminds me of a big cat, the way he moves like he’s so pleased with himself. His pants are half undone, his dress shirt freed. I love his rumpled clothes. I love the look in his eyes and the desire written on his face. I want to reach for his mask, but I stop myself. We’re strangers tonight.