Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
She started to close her legs, and I stopped her by running the pad of my thumb over her clit. They relaxed instantly, and her mouth fell open.
“Tell me,” I reminded her.
Her eyes snapped closed, and I watched her nostrils flare. She was so fucking beautiful. I wanted to keep her out here forever. Forget the rest of life and live in this moment over and over.
“Your face,” she croaked out. “Sitting.”
A grin tugged at my lips. “Sitting on my face?” I asked. “You liked that?”
She nodded, but didn’t open her eyes. I sat up and straddled her legs before taking the waist of her leggings and jerking them down to her ankles. It wasn’t until I had them tossed to the side, along with her shoes and socks, that I looked up at her. She was wide-eyed, watching me.
“I’d really like you completely naked, but I don’t want you getting cold,” I told her. “Stand up.”
She didn’t hesitate as she moved to sit, then stand. I took her place on the blanket, lying on my back with my jeans and boxers down below my ass so I could jerk my cock with ease.
“Spit on it,” I told her, nodding to my erection.
She stared down at it, and I thought it would take more convincing, but I was wrong. She bent down and glanced at me. There was excitement sparking in her eyes, along with uncertainty. I wondered if she’d spit on a dick before, but realized I didn’t want to think about her mouth around any other bastard’s dick.
When she puckered her lips, all other thoughts vanished, and I watched, transfixed, as her spit fell from those full lips and hit the head of my cock. I started to tell her to do it again, but she beat me to it. Two more times, to be exact. Then she turned her gaze back to my face. My fist slid up and down my cock, slick with her saliva.
“Straddle my face,” I told her.
She straightened and stepped closer, then paused when she reached my head. I had expected this sooner—her getting shy or nervous. I liked it though. It meant she’d never done this. I wanted that exclusivity.
I reached over to wrap my fingers around her ankle closest to me and lifted her foot, then pulled it over to the other side. She sucked in a breath.
“Come here,” I coaxed, sliding my hand up the side of her leg.
With a small nod, she lowered her body down, letting my hands ease up until I had her hips in my grasp and could guide her over my mouth. Turning my head slightly, I kissed the inside of her thigh as she moved to her knees.
I brought her lower until my lips brushed against her swollen, damp sex. When I nuzzled her a little, she jerked, and then I ran my tongue from her tight hole to her clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
The sweet, tropical taste of her pussy was just as fucking delicious as it had been last night. Losing myself in her noises and the way she coated my tongue, I lapped like a starving man.
Her hips began to move, growing more frantic.
“Oh. OH!”
“Fucking sweet pussy,” I said, then growled against her sensitive nub.
Her body began to shudder, and the telltale sign of her orgasm filled my mouth. I released one side of her ass so that I could jerk off while she was still riding her high.
But I didn’t want to come like this. What I wanted was something I should leave alone, but I wasn’t sure I could.
Thirty-Six
Elsie
I was being lifted into the air and was on my back with Forge over me before the euphoria faded. Blinking, trying to clear my vision, I realized Forge had managed to get rid of his boxers and jeans somehow and had his penis in his hand. I held my breath, watching as he ran the head of it over my sensitive folds.
What was he doing? I should say something.
“I just want to put the tip in.” His voice was thick and husky. “I won’t hurt you. Just let me feel it a little.”
Yes. That sounded okay. Exciting even. I was still humming from the orgasm he’d given me, so when he pressed inside, I trembled. That felt good. Really good. Shockingly good. Then he pulled it back out.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes locked on where we had been connected. He leaned in and did it again, but when he came back out this time, he ran it back and forth over the hole and slapped his hard length against the area.
“Ah,” I whimpered. Just watching it was erotic.
“Sweet little pussy,” he murmured, easing in, then back out. “So tight and perfect.”
More sounds came from me, but I was captivated by watching him. The veins in his neck stood out, and his jaw was clenched tightly, but he never took his eyes off what he was doing to me.