Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I need you, Dove. Naked, on your back with your beautiful legs spread wide, showing me that pretty pussy.” Each word drips with desire and has my insides turning to mush while sending a zing of red-hot heat down my spine.
When it comes to sex, I’ll never tire of listening to him tell me what to do. It turns me on more to be ordered around, to be at his mercy. Following his orders, I tug off my clothes as fast as I can while also trying to look sexy as I do it. Which is harder than it looks.
As soon as I’m naked, I crawl onto the bed, arching my back to give him a view of my pink slit. A deep groan fills the room, and I smile, knowing how much he too wants this.
Rolling over, I lie down on my back against the mattress and let my legs fall apart, spreading them wide, just as he asked. Zane takes his time taking his clothes off, and I enjoy every minute of it. There’s something different about this moment, something special. I feel free as if there isn’t any weight or fear resting on my shoulders.
My thoughts take a nosedive and become lustful when Zane’s cock comes into view. I bite my lip, muffling a moan as I stare at the hard rod in all its glory. It’s thick with veins wrapped all around it. He strokes himself a couple of times, and I salivate at the pre-come that beads the tip.
“You want my cock?” Zane asks, crawling up onto the bed. Parting my lips, I go to answer him, but he leans into me and nips at my bottom lip, making me groan. “Is that a yes?” He smiles against my mouth, and I kind of want to punch him, but kind of want to kiss him.
“I don’t want it. I need it.” I emphasize the need because it really does feel like a need. My core is throbbing, pulsing with a heat that I know only Zane can satiate. I’m wet enough that he could fuck me right now, but the dark look in his eyes tells me I’m in for anything but a quick pounding. No, he’s going to savior me, drink me like a fine wine, devour me from the inside out. Pulling back, he stares down at me.
“It’s time for me to worship your body the way a queen’s body should be worshiped.”
I plan to ask him in what way he’s going to do that, but the words stick to the roof of my mouth when he drops to his stomach between my legs and grips me by the ass, bringing my pussy to his face. Hot breath fans against my center, and I push up onto my elbows, hungry for a view of this man feasting on me.
Which doesn’t last long when he starts licking my clit like it’s an ice cream cone. I slide my fingers through his hair, tugging at the soft strands, urging him forward. Each hard lick is a step toward an orgasm. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, and just when I’m sure he’s going to let me fall into the abyss, he pulls away and enters me with two fingers.
Clamping down on him, I lift my hips and bite my lip, holding back the whimper of pleasure that threatens to escape. Sweat beads against my forehead, strands of hair sticking to my face. My chest heaves and my nipples harden.
I need this. I need him.
“Don’t be shy… tell me how it feels… tell me what you need, baby,” Zane rasps against my folds, his own desire clear in his voice.
“You… I want you.” I gasp as he curves his fingers upward, almost as if he is dragging the orgasm right out of me.
“Fuck, Dove, come on my face. Let me taste you, squeeze my fingers…” He goes from licking to sucking my clit hard, and I explode, igniting into a raging inferno of pleasure. Tilting my head back into the pillows, I whimper beneath his touch, my thighs trembling, my heart racing.
My core clenches as if it has its own heartbeat, and my release gushes out and onto his face. I should be embarrassed at how fast I came apart, but I become melted chocolate in this man’s hands. Eyes wide open, I stare up at the ceiling.
I haven’t even come down from my high yet, and he’s withdrawing his fingers. Whimpering, I want to tell him to come back, to do it all over again, but he moves to the spot beside me, resting against the headboard.
“Come here. I want you to ride me,” Zane orders gruffly.
Slowly, I get my jellied body to move. As I sit up, I reach for the thick cock between his legs and lean forward, sucking the mushroom-shaped crown between my lips.