Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 157491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“What?”
“I’m about to press my face between your legs and make out with your cunt.”
“Niko!” she exclaims, all red cheeks and maidenly outrage. But for the way she subtly rubs herself into my hand.
“You’ll be so sweet, dripping down my chin.”
“Oh my God! Who says these kinds of things?”
“And I’ll wear your scent like my favorite cologne.” The muscles in my abs tense with raw need as I hook my finger into her panties and begin to pull, that finger becoming a fist as I drag the gossamer fabric down between her legs.
She is naked, and she is a dream. Like many things in life, I don’t deserve her. But I’ll have her anyway.
“Hop up,” I murmur, pulling the scrap of fabric from her foot. I groan as her body bounces with the movement, her palms slapping against the surface as she catches herself. A sigh whooshes from her lips as I drop to my knees and take her foot in my hand. I kiss her from her inner ankle to the top of her thigh, her flesh quivering as I reach the apex and use my hands to spread her legs wide.
“Oh, darling.” I glide my thumb along her slit, glancing up to watch her face. She mewls as I press my thumb deeper to caress that slick ribbon of flesh. “I knew you’d be pretty,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh. “But you’re perfect.”
A deep rumble of appreciation rises through me as I peel her open with my thumbs as everything inside me pulls tight. Nerve endings scream and muscles ache, my fingers tightening on her thighs against the urge to throw her back, to lose myself inside her without thought. To fuck her for my pleasure, not hers.
But I won’t. Instead, I press a sweet kiss on her clit. A delicate swirl of my tongue. A press. Her thighs tremble, and she throws back her head, the visual almost too much to bear.
“You taste heavenly. Like manna from the gods.” A Bacchanal feast.
“Oh, Niko, please.”
“I know, beautiful. You’re aching for this.” Because I am, too. “That’s right, sweet girl, moan for me. Moan and I’ll give you the world.”
Another lick, then I begin to make out with her pussy, slow and sweet.
“You’re so good. So good at that.” Her words are breathy as she rocks into my face. “Oh, yes. God, that tongue.”
Innocence and filth, she drives me fucking wild, my make-out session turning dirtier as I lick her long and lushly, as I suck, flick, and finger fuck her until she’s squirming on the desk. The room is filled with the sound of her taut cries and sweet gasps, and the scent and taste of her, fuck, I can’t get enough. She is a high coursing through my veins, addictive from the first shot.
“Slippery. Delicious.” Her reaction is everything. The way she rides my fingers, my face, her spine a sinuous arch, and her fingers planted tight in my hair. “And all for me.”
“Oh my God, Niko. I’m … I’m …” She moans, the sound desperate and ragged around the edges.
“Not yet, darling.” My voice is hoarse, and my cock feels like a fucking pole. Just a little more. A little deeper. I suck on her pussy until she’s writhing beneath me, and her insides are pulsing around my fingers.
“Please, Niko.”
“That’s it, sweet girl. Beg for it.”
“I can’t—please, I need to come!”
Her body bows as though struck by a live wire, her cry echoing through the room as I bury myself between her legs, sucking and swirling, repeating again and again until her legs are trembling, her words almost keening. I feel like I could come myself, a contact high as my hand slips to my cock, squeezing the fat head as my tongue begins to slow. But I don’t pull away. I can’t. Not as her pussy pulses against me.
“No, Niko. It’s too much.” She pushes against my head, trying to squirm. “Too sensitive.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I praise, continuing to work her, the strings of her orgasm tied to a series of tiny aftershocks and soft moans. “So, so beautiful,” I whisper, kissing my way up her body to take her face in my hands. “Should this be our first kiss?” I whisper, bringing my lips to hers. “A kiss where we shared and enjoyed your sweetness?”
“You are perverse,” she whispers, a smile lurking in the corner of her mouth.
“And you’re irresistible.”
I brush my lips over hers, just once, and she opens to me with a breathy moan. I thought I couldn’t get any harder, but as our kiss deepens, as she sucks her taste from my tongue, I fucking do. I am fit to burst as I lift her hands to my belt.
“Loosen it.” My whisper is gravel hoarse.