Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Really?” he growls. “Well, I better make this pleasurable for you then.”
With that, it’s on. The handsome billionaire’s hands are in my hair and he’s pulling my face to his, while crushing his mouth against mine. I part my lips obediently, moaning as his tongue slips into my warm cavern. Soon, our tongues are twining about one another and I let out a shriek when his hands dig into my ass, squeezing the juicy flesh.
“Fuck, I love how you feel,” he growls. “Fleshy and firm all at once,” he rasps before suddenly standing and turning us around so that I’m the one on the couch.
“Something wrong, big boy?” I coo, spreading my legs again to display my pink sex.
Those blue eyes burn into my wetness, and his eyes roam hungrily as he works his shirt off. Oh shit. Ben’s chest is fit for a God. His shoulders are broad, and skin bronzed. He’s got a delineated six pack and my mouth waters, following the trail of hair that starts at his taut stomach before disappearing into the waistband of his trousers.
But I want more, and I trace my fingers up the curve of my breasts to my nipples, swirling them around the hard tips before pinching them. A small moan escapes my lips as tingles run straight from my nipples to my cunt.
“Show me more, big boy,” I breathe. “I want it all.”
Never breaking eye contact, Ben shoves his pants down and kicks his shoes off in one swift moment so that suddenly, he’s completely naked. My eyes slowly move over his body and the air in my lungs evaporates because I knew he was going to be fit, but this is otherworldly. This man is worthy of a magazine spread, with those heavy thick thighs, and sculpted abs. But it’s his erection that has my mouth watering. The shaft is girth and stiff, standing straight up against his lower abs, and I shiver as I watch him take it in his hand and begin stroking it, working that pearl of come out so that the wetness is smeared into his skin. With my eyes fixed on that dirty sight, I move one of my hands down my stomach and slowly circle my clit in time to his stroking.
“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his head. “You’re glistening, baby.”
A new bead of pre-come forms on the tip of his dick and I lick my upper lip.
“I know. You too, Ben.”
He looks down, and runs the pad of his thumb through the drop of fluid, and then steps forward until his knees are nearly touching the couch and holds his thumb in front of me. I know what he wants immediately. Looking up at the handsome man, I make sure to maintain eye contact as I run my tongue up the length of his thumb, then I close my lips around that finger and suck it into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.
“Mmm,” is my breathless moan as my lashes flutter shut. “You taste amazing.”
A low grown emanates from his chest as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and bends down to kiss me deep, before standing again and taking a small step back. “Now, I want to see you fuck yourself for me baby. Make yourself scream.”
My pussy clenches and I bite down on my bottom lip, but this isn’t unusual. In fact, many of them men like to see us pleasure ourselves, so I lean back and spread my legs wide, opening myself for him. Then, I run the tips of my fingers around my clit, before sliding them down and through my slick folds. My digits come away soaked, and I giggle while rubbing the fluid around my nipples.
“You like this?” I coo. “There’s more.”
Then, I push a finger deep inside myself and throw my head back with a delighted sigh. Oh god, this feels good! My finger curves slightly, hitting that spot inside that always makes me moan, and I rock my hips against my hand before sliding my finger out to circle my clit again.
“Looks good, doesn’t it, big boy?” I mewl while smiling coyly. “Got you turned on?” Ben’s answering growl as I tease myself is all the affirmation I need, and I giggle again before pinching my clit with two fingers and letting out a sharp squeal.
“Oooh!” I cry out. “Mmm!”
Then, I push two fingers back into my sex and lean forward, rocking against my hand while using my thumb to flick my clit.
A low groan interrupts my trance.
“You look so sexy touching yourself. Does it feel good, fucking your hand like that, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hmm.” I let my head fall back and roll my hips, curving my fingers inside myself to touch that secret spot again. But I need more. I need deeper penetration than what my hand can do, and remembering my flute, I looked to the right and lean over the arm of the couch to grab it from the table. Then I return to the center of the couch and spread my legs wide once more, showing off my sopping pinkness while pointing the flute at my secret spot once more.