Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
My hips move on their own with her movements. “Nice and thick.” She squeezes the base as she says this. “Thick enough that I’ll feel you the next day.”
“Is that a challenge?” I ask as she swallows me. She nods, and at this point, I don’t know who’s enjoying this more, her or me. Probably me, but the way her hips are swaying right and left, it’s a toss-up. “Then it’s challenge accepted.” All she does is smirk at me, and I’m done. Fucking done. “Tomorrow.” She moves my cock into her mouth, her hand working me at the same time. “I want to watch you play with yourself.” She moans with my cock in her mouth and it vibrates down to my balls. “Watch you finger your pussy while you tell me what you want me to do to you.” Her eyes close as her hand moves faster. “Then I’m going to fuck your tits,” I give her the play-by-play, reaching down to pinch her nipples before twisting them. “Fucking come all over them.” I fuck her face faster. “Rub my cum into you.” My balls get tight. “But tonight, right now. I’m going to mark your mouth. You want to swallow my cum, baby?” I ask, and she just nods. “Make your tongue mine.” Her eyes look up at me as I fucking come down her throat, with her name on my lips, panting. “Eva,” I moan as she swallows every last drop of me. Her hand stops when she’s swallowed all of me. “Eva,” I call her name again as she lets my cock go from her mouth. “Where are your fingers right now?”
I can see the twinkle in her eye, even in the dark. “Right here.” She holds up the hand that was gripping my cock.
“Where is the other one?” She gets to her knees, and I see two fingers are inside her.
“Here,” she admits, moving them in and out. “I just need—”
My hand grips her wrist, yanking them out of her. I bring her hand up to my mouth, licking her fingers clean. “Your pussy needs to come?” I ask, and she nods. “Then I make it come. It’s me who makes that pussy come.” I get closer to her. “Unless I tell you to make yourself come, that’s my job from now on.” I slide two fingers in her, and she gasps. “Do you understand, Eva?”
She nods. “What if you’re not here?” she whispers.
“Then you call me on the phone and I make you come with my words.” My thumb strums her clit back and forth. “I don’t care what I’m doing or where I am, if your pussy needs to come, I make it come. I own it.” Her pussy convulses over my fingers. “Tonight, you got my fingers and my mouth.” I move faster, her hands going to hold on to my wrist. “Tomorrow, you get my cock.” She moans and I don’t know if it’s because she’s coming again or because she wants my cock tonight. “Tell me you understand me, Eva.” I nip her bottom lip, sliding my tongue into her mouth. “Say yes, Levi.”
“Yes, Levi,” she repeats right before she comes. I look into her eyes, watching her come apart. I was mistaken before; she might be intoxicating. But her pussy is my kryptonite. Her head falls on my chest, and I hold her up until she collapses on the bed. “I can’t move,” she observes when I lay her down. She looks over at me as I get off the bed to pull my boxers up. “My panties.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I might want to eat you again in the middle of the night.” I get into bed next to her.
“Okay,” she says. “I can’t say no to that.” I pull her to me, her ass against my cock. I kiss her neck softly. I’m almost asleep when I hear her. “I’m glad you came home,” she mumbles, “and that you didn’t go home with any strippers.” I bury my face in her neck and fall asleep.
I roll to her side of the bed, and the coldness wakes me up right away. I blink my eyes a couple of times, seeing I’m all alone in bed. I look at the closed bedroom door before looking at the monitor beside the bed, finding the crib empty. I turn on my back, stretching out in the bed, my eyes closing again when I hear Cici fussing. I grab the covers, throwing them off me before I get out of bed. I go to the bathroom, washing my hands and face before going downstairs.
I’m almost at the last step when I see the two of them in the living room. Eva sits with her back toward the couch, her hair piled on top of her head, in the tank top she was wearing last night but with pants. She holds out her hand away from Cici, who is standing up with Eva’s hand around her waist as she talks to her. “You can’t have my coffee.”