Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
His mouth descends on me in a way that says otherwise. His tongue dives into my folds like I’m water and he’s a dehydrated man who’s been wandering in the desert for days.
He collects some of my ample wetness, and his throat makes a sound of pleasure that vibrates against me. His thumbs spread me wider as he presses his gorgeous face into my pussy and pushes his tongue inside me.
My hips jump in surprise, but he clamps his hands over them and holds me steady as his mouth does sinful, wonderful, intimate things between my legs.
I’d been watching him, but when I start to have trouble catching my breath, I fall back on the bed and surrender to the pleasure, which is rising rapidly.
His fingers dig into my inner thighs as his tongue circles around my clit before flicking steadily over it. One, two, three times, and I’m crying out, arching on the mattress, all of me pulled in tight before everything releases in pulsating bliss.
He keeps on licking and takes me up again before I’d even fully come down. I lose track of everything. I’m floating on air, or maybe I’ve become air. Everything is pure pleasure, and nothing more.
When I start to return to myself, his hands are gently stroking my hips, and his face is still there between my legs, grinning up at me.
He plants two kisses on my flesh before propping himself up on an elbow. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks. His eyes burn with desire, but also carry some amusement. The intensity of my orgasm was apparently obvious to him.
“Maybe later,” I manage, and then in my next breath, I say, “Please fuck me.”
I’ve never begged a man, but I will now, if he wants me to. I’ve never wanted someone inside me so badly.
When he rises up, I see that his cock is harder now. Long and rigid, thick and veined for my enjoyment. Damn. I think just the head of it could get me off. The way I feel right now, I could get off just looking at it.
“Turn over.” His voice is commanding in a way that sends a thrilling shiver through me.
Once I turn, I crawl up to pull a condom from my nightstand drawer, tossing the packet back to him. As he sheathes up, I wonder if the man needs an extra large, but he makes it work.
Anticipation drips from me and runs down my thigh as I wait there on my hands and knees.
Zane tugs my hips up and back before pausing to savor his view. “Fucking beautiful,” he mutters to himself, and overhearing it makes me a little bit sad. Has anyone ever said anything like that about me before? Admired me like that?
Shaking off the distraction, I push my hair back from my shoulder and turn to watch him. I wish I could see him enter me, but the view I have, of his strong chest and gorgeously rugged face, is more than enough.
“I’m gonna make your pussy feel so good,” he tells me just as he dips the tip of his cock in my juices and uses it to stretch my opening.
He already has, but I don’t say anything. Instead, I focus on the feeling of his body entering mine, of the way my walls grip him, of how he’s the tightest fit I’ve ever experienced, even though my pussy has never been more wet and ready.
He goes slowly, and I savor every inch of progress. I keep anticipating the moment when his hips bump into my ass, but he just keeps pressing in, until I’m utterly and completely full.
Both of us moan when he finally bottoms out.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he tells me.
“So do you.”
He slides out almost as slowly, and the friction from the ridges of the head of his cock dragging on my inner walls is enough to bring tears to my eyes. Tears of joy.
In and out again, and I’m starting to wonder if everything I’ve experienced before was what it should have been. None of it was ever like this.
Gradually, he goes faster, taking it to a whole new level. “Is this okay?” he asks as one of his hands holds my hip, keeping me steady as he starts to pound into me.
“Uh huh.” My body rocks with each thrust. It’s so, so, so good. “Oh god, oh god …” He’s hitting a special spot inside me, lighting me up, triggering sensations that spread to fill me head to toe.
The orgasm builds as steadily as Zane’s rhythm. It grows stronger and stronger until it consumes me. “Oh god, I’m coming.”
He’s pistoning in and out, fucking me so good and hard that I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.
Unintelligible sounds come out of me as my face presses into the pillow I grabbed earlier for support. I crush a corner of it in my palm as my body tenses and then explodes.