Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
But I don’t have to, because with a final, long exhale, she reaches up, right hand going to her left shoulder, and pushes the shoulder strap aside.
The bodice drops, loose, but is still held in place by her breasts. The bra she has on underneath is strapless, but the dress falls far enough to reveal a line of black edging along the back.
“Unzip me,” she says, and finally—finally—it sounds like a command.
My queen. My princess. Finally discovering her power.
I couldn’t be prouder.
Stepping forward, I feel like I’ve been given a sacred duty. I savor the moment, taking her in, the set of her hips, the way her head is held high right now as I’ve never seen it. She’s starting to believe, in herself, in us.
As the zipper lowers, her arm goes to her tits, holding the dress in place, but I no longer have any doubts. She would tell me to stop if she wanted me to stop. The dress goes loose as I reveal her back, the black and gray of her bra, the indent of her spine, then lower to her waist and stopping just above the line of her ass, where a tantalizing glimpse of her panties has my mouth watering.
“Perfection,” I whisper, stepping back. “Let it drop.”
And she does. The dress falls as she removes her arm, and I hear her sharp inhale as the cool air touches her. As the fabric settles around her ankles, and just when I think she can’t be any more perfect, she steps to the side, gently kicking the discarded garment away. Standing there in her bra and little black thong panties, the round globes of her ass so perky and perfect, I know that now is perfect timing.
Any concerns I had are assuaged by the way she holds her head high, proud, commanding.
“Well?” she says, her voice only faltering a little. “What are you going to do now?”
“That’s entirely for you to decide, my queen. You’ve done very well, but you need to learn to ask for what you want. Voicing your desires is the first step to achieving your goals.”
“What if I want you to surprise me?”
“Is that what you want?”
She nods. “Yes. Surprise me.”
I grin. Surprise, huh? I’m good at surprises.
She’s still facing away from me as I approach, leaning forward, blowing warm air on the back of her neck and watching her flinch away. Her moan of desire only drives me on, and I know what I want to do.
With a fingertip, I trace her shoulders, then lower to one knee, hooking my finger under the waistband of her panties, watching her buttocks clench in anticipation.
“Tell me to stop, Keryn, and I’ll stop.”
A moment’s hesitation. Just a moment. Then, “Don’t stop.”
“Good girl.” I grin, and pull down harder, lowering the thong, sliding the fabric down through the valley of her round ass. She gasps, but she’s already given her command, and I won’t ask again.
Leaning forward, I kiss first the right cheek, then the left, as I slide my hand between her legs, gripping her pussy hard through the loose fabric of her panties.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Please. Max, I…”
She squeals as I move my face between her cheeks, and take a long lick up through that sacred groove. I swirl my tongue in the puckered tightness of her asshole, moving my fingers against her dampening slit as she wriggles and mewls, back arching as she tries desperately to hold on to her control.
“Let it go, baby,” I whisper, before going in to lick again, continuing up to kiss the point where her ass meets her back. “Let it all go. I want to taste it. I want to swallow anything you can give.”
“Oh, God,” she moans as I massage and lick, attacking her both from behind and beneath.
And then she stiffens, and I know she’s holding on for dear life. Without warning, I grip her panties from between her legs, tugging them down, and in the same moment I shove my face into the gap, pushing my nose and mouth against her slit as she cries out.
The taste of her as she comes, coating my tongue with her juices, is like the sweetest wine. I gulp and swallow, but it’s not enough. Reaching up, I insert two fingers inside her, making a come hither motion as Keryn gasps and goes up on tiptoes. Her cream leaks out, coating my fingers, running down my hand, and I sigh contentedly as I watch.
“Mine,” I murmur, bringing my fingers to my lips. I take a long inhale, then lick my palm as I stand.
I pull her hair to the side, then lean forward, and as she turns her head I take her lips with mine. As we kiss, I bring my fingers up, and insert them between us, sharing her flavor, licking my hand clean and letting her taste herself.