Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I wanna be inside you so bad, fucking you.” He pants, mimicking sex, pelvis gyrating, hands working my hips.
“No you don’t. You’re talking crazy.”
“No, Teddy, I want to fuck you—I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.” He’s repeating himself and sounds half crazed, nothing like I’m used to. He is losing control of the situation and dragging me down with him—except I’m all too eager to follow. I’m on top, dry humping him.
“Stop begging me, Kip.” Before I lose control too.
“Let me eat you out, then, please.”
Eat me out? Oh…
“Let me put my tongue inside your pussy, Teddy. Let me put my beard between your legs.”
That has my attention. My full, undivided attention. My vagina’s too, because it clenches at the thought, getting me hot all over again.
“Um…”
“Come on, baby—please. As long as it takes, just let me taste you.”
“But, won’t your beard get all…” Messy?
“Yes—fuck yeah it will.”
K, well, that’s kind of gross.
Still…
When he lifts me off him and lays me on my back, any protests die on my lips.
Kip’s mammoth body eases down my petite one, shoulders nudging my legs apart.
A large finger draws down the center of my—
“NNNmm…” I gasp when the flick of a scorching tongue meets my clit. Presses firmly down. Mouth sucks. “Oh…god.”
I have no idea what to do with myself right now, what to do with my arms, hands, body. Am I supposed to just lie here and let him…lick me like this? Do I move my hips around?
I feel so selfish letting him do all this work.
It’s dark, so I can’t see his head, but I can feel it—the messy mop top tickling my skin while his beard tickles my inner thighs.
Mustache and lips wreaking havoc on my clit.
My whole bottom half is going to have the equivalent of carpet burn, I just know it—but it’ll be worth it.
I grasp at his shoulders as his elbows push against my knees, holding me open.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbles. “You taste so good—I’m going to be able to smell you for days.”
Uh…thanks?
I try not to think about what I might smell like down there—I mean, I showered today, so that part is taken care of, right? But last night I had a fish sandwich for dinner, and oh god, what am I even saying?
Stop thinking and enjoy it, Teddy! Who knows when the next time is going to be that you’ll have a chance like this. Mariah, Cameron, and Tessa are always bitching about how no one they date wants to go down on them, and here I am, legs spread while Kip goes to town on my…
Downtown.
He’s groaning, and the sounds? Primal, as if we were actually having sex and he wasn’t just performing oral.
Oral.
There is a guy with his head between my legs, and it feels so good it feels so good it feels so—“Uhh…uh…”
I can barely get any coherent words past my lips. Can’t even be bothered to moan, my head thrashing on the pillow, fists clenched in his thick hair. Clenching the blankets. Clenching the pillow beneath my head.
Kip’s tongue flattens, pushing deeper. Rolling. Licking. Sucking. And I swear, my legs quake.
“Come on baby. Come for me,” he croons into the gap between my legs, the hair on his face doing crazy things to the nerves in my body, the soft yet coarse strands driving me nuts.
Jeez, how am I going to know if I’m coming or not? I’ve never done it, how could I possibly kn—
Yes, yes, that, right there!
That spot.
Keep doing that thing, that…that right th-there…
Everything inside me tightens and clenches and pulses and feels like heaven and, “Oh god, Kip, don’t stop, don’t stop whatever that is.”
His voice is incoherent, his face—I imagine—entirely, thoroughly buried in my…in my…in…
When spasms rack the lower half of my body, I try to back away, push his head out, but he holds me down, continuing to suck the life of the orgasm from me.
Holy shit, holy mother of all that is holy.
I’m grateful for the dark, sure my mouth is hanging wide open when my head snaps back, my back arching.
Then, with a few casual licks against my sensitive nub, and a loud kiss to the middle, Kip releases my body.
I sag.
***
“You don’t have to snuggle me now. It’s okay.”
His body wedges behind mine as soon as he crawls back up into bed after washing up, against my lifeless form, enveloping me. Hot, warm. Huge.
Kip’s dick is still hard, pressed into the apex of my thighs, but he hasn’t made any passes to remedy that, instead just letting it literally poke me in the ass.
“Maybe I want to.”
His beard tickles the blades between my shoulders, and I shiver.
“Besides,” he continues, “you’ll freeze otherwise.”
“I’m not cold.” Not after that little show he just put on for me. On me.
“Not yet, but you’re shivering.”