Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Raven,” I groan.
She shudders but stays steadfast in her mission of driving me to madness. “Lie down on the couch,” she purrs, adding, “Sir,” when my bottom lip drops.
Nodding with a smirk, I make quick work of stretching out along the length of the couch and reach out for her, intending to guide her to my cock.
But she doesn’t do that. She moves up by my head, shocking me. “I’m going to sit on your face like it’s my throne, and you’re going to lick my pussy until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I say, wanting it to sound teasing, but it comes out as a strangled plea. Fuck. This woman does something to me. I am weak for her.
Raven throws a leg over me, kneeling on the couch with her knees at my sides and her feet near my shoulders. Her position pins my arms, making them useless to touch her but also making me unable to touch myself. Her pussy hovers just above my mouth. I can smell her arousal. Fuck, I can nearly taste it in the air between us. And her pretty pussy lips are glossy with it.
She teases me, lowering herself by millimeters while my tongue waits for her, desperately flicking at nothingness so that as soon as she’s close enough, I can touch her.
Finally, she lowers herself to my mouth, and I lick her, grateful for a taste of her heaven and moaning at the deliciousness. I lick her as if my life depends on it because she is my life. After so many times, I know what she enjoys most, and I nibble along her lips, press soft kisses over her clit, and finally, fuck her with my stiffened tongue.
When I do something she particularly likes, she rewards me with a stroke of her soft hand and teasing fingers along my shaft. But it’s always just one touch, enough to drive me wild but not to get me to the edge, though I can feel the wetness of my precum puddling on my stomach.
She rides my face, her arousal covering my mouth as her body trembles. I can feel her climbing, getting closer and closer to coming, and I double my efforts, needing to suffocate in her, wanting to drown in her. Suddenly, she pitches forward, her breath whispering over my sensitive cock as she cries out, coming hard. And screaming my name. My name.
When the shudders subside the slightest bit, I use the opportunity of her momentary blissful distraction to free my arms. I grip her hips, pulling her to my mouth even tighter.
“Dylan,” she gasps.
“Mine,” I growl against her, flicking my tongue over her clit again. She’s barely come down and she can go again. I’ve done it to her before—one good orgasm turning into a second earth-shattering one if I work her back up quickly enough.
Her moan turns into a grunt as her hips buck, not pushing me away but chasing my tongue for more. I pull away for a split second to keep myself from coming.
I’m about to. From licking her, having her on my face, and her infrequent, glancing touches, I’m about to come. And she knows it. This is the power she has over me.
She wraps her finger and thumb around me again, squeezing tightly, and I hiss.
My toes are curled, digging into the leather, my abs are clenched, and my balls are pulled up tight to my body in preparation for the one thing I’m not ready to do. I need more of her.
I need her to come. Now. Because I can’t hold back. I can’t.
I suck her clit into my mouth and push two fingers inside her, thankful to have my hands free now. I hit the spot that I know triggers her nearly instantly, and I don’t let up. She squirms, overwhelmed with the onslaught, and I keep torturing her with pleasure.
Her breath catches, her body goes tight, and then she detonates. Her hips drop another inch as her knees give way, her pussy presses to my mouth, and her cries echo through the room. Through it all, I somehow manage not to come yet.
But she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t beg me to fuck her like I need her to do, so I keep going until she breathlessly pulls herself away. “Stop, stop, stop…” she gasps out between heavy pants.
I help her sit up and then stand on trembling legs. “Now what?” I demand, needing my next instruction like I need air. It had better fucking be to slam my cock into her pussy or her mouth, or I might die.
“Fuck me, Dylan. Please… fuck me.”
As she says it, she throws her leg back over me, mounting me this time with her pussy centered over my cock. She slides down my length, impaling herself on me and gasping as I stretch her.