Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Smelling your panties wasn’t enough today. Neither was rubbing my cock with them. I still craved this,” he told me as he reached for my bottoms and began tugging them down my legs.
“What panties?” I asked.
He looked from my bare vagina to me. “The ones you wore last night. The ones you soaked with your needy juices. I took them. Licked them. Fucked them.”
I covered my eyes with my arm. “Oh God.”
I was picturing him doing all those things. But the image of him rubbing his dick with them was really doing it for me. Why was his outrageous, obscene behavior so freaking hot? Probably because he was so freaking hot.
“Where are the ones you wore today? You’re not wearing any for me to take tonight. Being naughty. Did you touch this cunt when you got in bed?”
I’d started to. I’d been thinking about him when I climbed in, and I wanted to get off. But it hadn’t been enough. Now that I’d had his mouth down there, I doubted my fingers would ever bring me there again.
“I didn’t,” I told him.
“You didn’t touch yourself?”
I shook my head. “I tried, but it didn’t feel like it used to.”
He ran a finger between my folds, and I let out a cry of pleasure from finally having him there. I watched him take the same finger and lick it, then suck it hard into his mouth. I slammed my legs together and squeezed, needing to ease the ache.
“No, no,” he scolded, opening my legs back up. “I need these creamy thighs open. You want that pussy eaten, don’t you?”
Yes. God, yes. I nodded and whimpered at the same time.
His mouth curled into a wicked smile as he lowered his head, keeping his eyes on me. “Good girl,” he whispered. “You are such a good girl. For everyone except me. You open your legs for me. Let me play with that perfect, untouched pussy. You let me taste it.”
His tongue ran up the center, and I grabbed handfuls of the sheet beneath me.
“YES!” That was what I wanted.
Thatcher let out a snarl as he grabbed my thighs, pressing me open wider, and buried his face against me. He rubbed my vagina all over his face as he made animalistic sounds, lapping at me as his mouth brushed against any part of my sensitive flesh.
“FUCK!” he shouted, moving back.
His shoulders rose and fell. I could hear his heavy breathing.
“You’re gonna fuck my face. I want you riding me. I need this pussy smothering me while you squirt all over me.”
He rolled over, lying on his back, and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Get on my face,” he demanded.
His face? What in the world? I moved over and got up on my knees beside him. One of his hands was rubbing his erection through his pants. The other one was pulling me to him.
“Straddle my face.”
My eyes widened. He was being literal. He wanted me to actually put my vagina over his mouth and ride him? I shivered.
He flicked his tongue at me, then winked. “You want it on your pussy? Come take it.”
I climbed over him and did as he’d told me to. My thighs straddled his face, and his hands grabbed the tops of my legs and pulled me down until his magical tongue touched where I needed it. When I sank down onto him, he hummed against me in appreciation.
As I rocked slightly, my clit rubbed against his open mouth. His tongue lay flat as I pressed against it. His hands moved to my butt and grabbed handfuls and squeezed as he brought me closer, then sank his tongue inside me and began to mimic fucking. I grabbed on to the headboard and bounced gently.
A deep sound came from him, and I felt the vibration between my legs. I felt his body jerk, and I glanced back to see his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it. That was big. I’d seen it before in the tack room, but it seemed larger now. How did those fit? Pausing, I stared at the thick, swollen head and veins that stood out until I saw the flash of metal at the base.
What was that?
He groaned and began sucking my clit. My hands squeezed the headboard, but I kept looking over my shoulder as he worked his hand over his erection hard and fast. I hadn’t thought the sight of that would be beautiful, but it was. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see his face when he got off.
His tongue flicked hard, and I began losing focus as I moved faster, feeling the tickle of the orgasm that was about to break free. Desperate for it now, I began riding his mouth and taking my pleasure.
“OH GOD!” I shouted as the moment before the climax grabbed me, then let go, and the delirium once again took me. “AH! AH!”