Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Make it hurt,” I croak.
Her fingers loosen from around my neck, and she slaps me. Hard.
“Focus. Use your fingers.”
This. This is what I need. For someone to tell me what to do, to use me, to wield me like some goddamn body made for her pleasure alone.
I need her.
I need her because she won’t take it for granted.
She won’t hurt that one part of me I’ve kept locked away deep inside.
My fingers roll around her pussy, her wetness covering all of my fingers, and I am desperate for her approval as I look into those dark-brown eyes while she slowly begins to fall apart. Her enjoyment is visible on her face, and I marvel at just how much more beautiful she is when she’s close to nirvana. How amazing it is that she would give this privilege to me.
Good God.
I think I’m falling for this woman.
This woman who fights so hard to keep the simple life she lives while others keep trying to take it away.
I am in awe.
Completely and utterly obsessed.
My free hand drifts to her beautiful body as I can’t control myself any longer. My fingers slide along her neckline, her pretty bones, her soft belly, and those perfect breasts that fit into the palm of my hand.
“God, I adore you. You’re too perfect, too—”
She slams her hand in front of my mouth. “Enough talking. More fucking.”
Fucking?
Oh God, yes.
She rolls her hips around so wildly I whimper into her mouth. It’s too much. Too much to feel her wetness on my fingers, to have those gorgeous tits up in my face, to have her squeeze the life out of me just for her enjoyment.
I can’t hold it.
I moan loudly as my dick begins to throb … inside my pants.
Warm juices roll down my thighs, filling my pants.
Oh God.
She furrows her brows and leans away, her eyes slowly traveling down my body while I pant. “Did you just …?”
She tugs at my zipper.
I gasp. “Wait—”
Too late as my hard-on already bounces out of the underwear she just ripped down, still erect and spurting cum everywhere.
I moan as her fingers touch the tip, and she giggles. “You came just from touching me?”
“I’m sorry.” She gets off my lap. “I can’t help it.” She kneels. “You’re just too sexy, and I’m—”
My words turn into a loud moan as my entire length disappears into her mouth. “Fuuuck.”
She licks my shaft, spreading around all my juices, lapping them up like she enjoys the taste, and fuck me, I’m so goddamn turned on. My dick refuses to go down as she keeps licking me. Her tongue feels divine.
“Go on, moan for me then,” she says, taking me deep.
I can’t help but let the groan spill out of my mouth. She’s just that good.
But the arrogant grin on her face really seals the deal.
Fuck.
“You like this, don’t you?” I ask. “Making guys want you.” Her tongue really distracts me. “What else do you like?”
“I like making guys moan instead of talk,” she jests, circling her tongue around the tip before sucking me off.
“Fuck, that’ll do it,” I say.
She’s avoiding answering my questions, but why? Does she still not trust me?
Suddenly, she gets up and straddles me. “You think you can keep up with me?”
“What, why?” I ask, but before I can answer, she’s already pushed that beautiful pussy down on my cock, and my God, it feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven itself.
Fuck me, she fits so perfectly around me, it’s insane.
“Now I see what you mean with talk less, fuck more,” I say.
She smiles and thrusts down onto my lap, making me groan out loud. “You’re here for sex, aren’t you? Then fuck me.”
But that’s just it. I’m not only interested in her because of the sex.
I want more, so much more, but would she ever give it to me? Do I need to beg?
“Please,” I whimper.
She brings my fingers back to her slit. “You came without my permission. Now keep fucking me for as long as I need it to come too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
She slaps me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Do it again.”
She slaps me again. Harder this time.
“Don’t call me ma’am. My name is Ivy.”
Another slap has me delirious with need, as she bounces around on my lap. “Yes, Ivy. Fuck me.”
My balls are getting ready for a second load, but I force myself to keep it together, even when my fingers are touching the most precious gift a girl like her could ever give to me. She slowly begins to lose herself as I match her rhythm. I spoil her with my fingers, wishing I could lap her up instead, but I’m already consumed by the fact that she lets me do this. That she wants me.
At least, for now.
Heath
When we’re done with the body, I drop Silas off at the Skull and Serpent Society house before I make my way back down the mountain road again.