Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
I’m lost in her, lost in the sound of her moans, in the way she says my name, the way she offers herself to me. No hesitation, no holding back. She’s a feast, and I’m the bastard lucky enough to have her all to myself.
I’m impatient, pulling the sweater over her head before she arches her back to unhook the bra. Fuck me, she is perfect. The body I’ve only ever touched through her clothes is everything I’ve ever imagined and more. “You’re beautiful,” I croak. It doesn’t come close to the truth, but it’s the best I can do.
All she does is reach for me and pull me down again, a leg wrapping around my hips to draw me closer. “Take it out on me,” she breathes in my ear while her pussy grinds against my cock. “Do it. Make me feel all of it.”
A fragment of my awareness still tells me I should say no, but who could? I have everything I yearned for years right here, writhing, moaning, begging. For me, only for me.
Still, I pull back and take her jaw in my hand, holding her head still while forcing her to look me in the eye. “If it’s too much, you tell me. I mean it. Understood?”
Her gaze softens and she melts against me, and I know it was the right thing to say. “Yes.” Then, with a hand around the back of my neck, she pulls me down into a fierce, deep kiss that’s more like a fight, the two of us struggling for control, teeth clashing, tongues tangled. When she works her hands between us, I lift my hips to give her room to unbutton my jeans. I can’t help sighing when I’m free from that zipper – but the sound turns to a groan when her fingers dip inside my boxer briefs and close around my shaft.
“Oh, fuck.” For one second, I give myself over to the pure rush of being touched. It’s so good, too good, enough that I could lose my grip if I’m not careful. “Slow down,” I grunt, moving my hips, fucking her tiny fist while I lower my head and capture one of her nipples between my lips. Her soft whimpers send precum dribbling from my tip and she uses it, working it over my length. I reward her by sucking harder, flicking my tongue over her taut peak.
She bucks her hips, crazy with need, making me wedge a hand between her thighs. She cries out in relief. “Yes… Yes, please, touch me.” She lets go of my cock in favor of running her hands over the blanket beneath her, twisting it in her fists, her head rolling from side to side.
Her pretty, pink pussy is dripping wet by the time I work her leggings and thong down her smooth legs. Her pussy is smooth, too, glistening. All for me. I settle on my knees between her thighs and push them apart until they fall open. There’s a wet spot already forming under her by the time I run my scruff over her sensitive skin. She sucks in a surprised – maybe pained – breath, but it’s followed by a deep moan. “Oh, yeah. So good…” The scent of her arousal makes me harder than ever, and by the time I run my tongue through her swollen folds, I’m panting. Desperate for the taste of her.
“Fuck!” Her hips shoot up from the bed, but I throw an arm over her, holding her down, forcing her to take every last lap while she moans and writhes like she’s possessed. She has needed this as much as I have, maybe more, and that’s what I have in mind as I devour her pussy. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever known — sweet but musky. Fresh. Mine. All mine, no one else’s ever again.
“So good… Don’t stop… Romero…”
She’s getting close, drowning me in the honey that pours from her pussy in a flood. However, I can’t catch all of it on my tongue before it runs down her crack as my frustrated growl only leaves her moaning louder than before. The hand on the back of my head clamps down tight and I respond by flicking my tongue across her clit, faster and faster, before her thighs clamp around my head and she screams.
The pounding of my heart is even louder than the screams muffled by her thighs. I’m not going to stop – she needs this, needs to let go and lose herself, to forget everything but what I’m doing to her. When I’m making her feel.
I manage to open my eyes and look up across the length of her body. The sight of her ecstatic abandonment is a wet dream come true. She’s lost in the moment, lost in me. That’s enough of a reward to keep my tongue moving, working her until she pulls my hair to make me stop. Her legs go limp along with the rest of her, and I enjoy watching her shake and gasp for air.