Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Have you played with your pussy today?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“This morning when I woke up.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“You. I imagined they were your hands. Your fingers. I wanted you so badly.”
Unable to help himself, he slid a finger down her slit. He brushed past her clit and went straight down to her cunt. Plunging a finger inside her tight heat, he added a second one, stretching her and listening to her cries of pleasure. He couldn’t look away as she opened up for him. Pressing his thumb to her swollen clit, he rocked it back and forth, feeling the answering pulse inside her pussy.
She was so sweet. He needed to have a taste of her.
Luca moved his thumb out of the way to suck on her clit.
She cried out his name as he bit down, grazing his teeth across the swollen bud before soothing the pain with his tongue.
Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he glided his tongue down to torment her hole. Circling her entrance, he drew back up to play with her clit, driving her crazy. Her hands held onto the edge of the table.
“Please, please, please,” she said.
“You want to come on my tongue?”
“Yes. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“I’d be careful what you promise.” He kept her pussy open as he worked on her clit, sucking, nipping, and biting. He noticed that a little pain seemed to drive her pleasure higher, and he was addicted to the sounds she made. They were so perfect and right for him.
When she couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore, he slid down and fucked her cunt with his tongue, giving her time to gain control. She thrust her pussy onto him, begging for more.
Letting go of her cunt, he gripped her ass, pressing his face against her pussy, wanting to drown himself in the scent of her. She was his addiction.
He’d never really cared about women before his accident. They’d been nothing more than a thing to use. An object.
When it came to Mavis, he didn’t want to use her. He wanted to own her. To protect her. To care for her.
It wasn’t love. There’s no way he could love an eighteen-year-old.
He wasn’t used to these kinds of feelings though. They were driving him crazy. His cock leaked wave upon wave of pre-cum.
Sliding his tongue down her slit, he fucked her before moving back up to flick across her clit. He wanted her so damn badly, couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. No matter how much he tried to convince himself this was wrong, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He wanted her orgasm, relished it, needed it.
The taste of her was everything he’d known it would be. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed two fingers inside her, adding a third as she got accustomed to the feel of him deep inside her cunt. His cock was so hard it hurt, but he wanted to feel her come, to taste her essence as she flooded his mouth.
Her climax started to build, her pussy tightening around his fingers as he worked her clit until she finally exploded.
One day soon he’d have her wrapped around his length again and he’d feel her come apart, splinter for him. He wanted to explore so much with her, to take his time for her to enjoy everything.
He drew every ounce of pleasure from her, and only after she finished did he land a kiss to her clit before leaning back in his chair. Running his hands up and down her calves, he thought that he’d gladly look at her all day long.
Mavis rested on her elbows, staring at him.
Her foot moved and pressed against his crotch. “I want to do the same to you.”
“You want to suck my cock?”
“Yes.” She ran her foot up and down his length.
“You think you’re ready for that?”
Her tongue slid across her plump bottom lip, and he wanted her so badly. More than anything he wanted her lips wrapped around his dick.
In response, she moved her foot away from his dick and slid before him. He saw her hands shaking a little as she started to open the belt and zipper of his jeans.
He didn’t help her though. This was up to her, not him.
Resting his feet out from his body, he watched and waited. She pulled the denim open and reached in for his cock.
Her nerves turned him on.
He was going straight to hell. No doubt about it.
There’s no way he could push her away.
She pulled his cock out, her hand moving up and down the length, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the glistening tip.
He loved the way her tongue danced over her lips. It was like she wanted to eat him and couldn’t wait to taste him.
This woman had come out of nowhere, ventured into his dark world of a life, and now he didn’t think he’d ever be the same again. In the few weeks he’d known her, she’d dominated his world.