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)
God, this man has been gifted. My pussy is wide awake and clamoring for his cock just from the sight of it through his boxer briefs. I skim my hand over the hard length of him, barely touching the fabric. A drop of wetness is leaking from the head, seeping into the cotton, and I wonder what he’s dreaming about.
Gingerly, I slip my fingers under the band of his boxers and lift, pulling them free of his cock and sliding them down as far as I’m able. His cock isn’t just big; it’s beautiful, with such a nicely-shaped head, a thick ridge running the length of it, and smaller corded veins crossing it in a way that makes my insides quiver. I study it as if I’ve never seen one before.
Even though I’m tempted to climb right on top of him and bury him inside me, instead I run my tongue over his tip, collecting the moisture there before taking him in my mouth.
He’s going to make a hell of a breakfast. Hungry woman’s special.
As I take him deeper, his breathing changes and he moves, stretching his legs toward the end of the bed.
After a few more long licks, his eyes open into small slits at first, then widen.
“Well, good morning.” His voice is a deep, sexy rumble that has me picking up my pace as I smile up at him with my eyes. “What an excellent start to my day.”
He lies there and enjoys my work for a minute or two, but then he sits up, brushing my hair aside to cradle one cheek. “My turn,” he says, gently pulling me off of him. Before I can register what’s happening, he has me on my back, and his face is once again buried between my legs. Guess he wants breakfast, too.
I was really enjoying having him in my mouth, but I’m not going to complain as his tongue swirls through my folds, gathering the juices that have been building there. He makes sounds that tell me he’s enjoying the taste of me, and I fall back against the pillow, once again unable to believe my luck. It will be really, really hard to top this hookup.
He gets me off twice, quickly and easily, and then, after grabbing another condom and turning me on my side, he sinks into me from behind. I’m the little spoon, as he wraps his arm around me and strums his thumb over my nipple while he fucks me. It’s a slow morning fuck, but there’s nothing lazy about his results. He gets me off yet again before he lifts my leg, shifts his angle, and ruts into me, hard and deep, leading to him grunting his pleasure as his head comes to rest against my back, his breath hot on my skin.
He continues to hold me after he pulls out, and I’m so comfortable and sated that I could almost drift off to sleep again. Adding this morning to last night, I’ve lost track of how many orgasms this man has given me. I know I won’t forget this guy, and in fact, the memory of him is going to fuel my self-love efforts for weeks or maybe months to come. I know what cock I’ll be thinking about when I get myself off, and whose mouth I’ll be picturing while my vibrator hums away.
“Are you busy tonight?”
His question jolts me back to the present moment. Not only have I let a man sleep over, I was about to relax with him into the daytime hours. No matter how satisfying the sex was, I need to draw this encounter to a close.
“Oh, yeah. I am, and in fact, I need to get to work.” It’s a lie. Sort of. I do have to work, later. I work nights, but today I do have a special meeting that I need to go in early for. That meeting isn’t until much later today, but Zane doesn’t need to know that.
Exerting my willpower, I roll out from beneath his embrace and off the bed. If I lie next to him for one minute longer, I’ll be asking him how long he’s in town for and making plans to see him again. Sure, he’s not from around here, but who knows how often he visits. I can’t afford to get involved. I want to keep him in my memory as the perfect man with the perfect cock. If I spend more time with him, I’d get to know him and no doubt find out things that would mar this ideal experience. The same would happen for him getting to know me better. Best to keep it all exactly as it is.
“I’m sorry. I need to get ready. Do you want a quick shower here, or …” I gather his clothes from the floor and put them in a neat stack at the end of the bed before I find my robe and wrap it around myself.