Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
We all but tore off each other’s clothing, both of us having this frantic need to be with the other. It was like a current moving between us, back and forth, over and over again. I was so far gone in my need, in my love for this woman, there was no stopping this, no stopping me.
She laid back fully, and I shifted so I could really look at her. Despite the shadows in the room, I saw every perfect inch of her. I lifted my hand and ran it over my mouth, a deep groan being ripped from me as I stared at her body, as I looked at her spread out for me.
She was my offering.
I shouldn’t be filthy, but fuck if I could help myself. “Spread your legs for me.”
“Touch yourself,” she ordered in return, and I growled, loving how my girl was making demands.
I reached for my cock, stroking myself from root to tip, showing her exactly what was hers, just like she did for me right now as she spread those pretty thighs of hers.
I reminded myself to breathe. There was no way I could be slow and gentle. No fucking way. And when she slipped her hand over her belly and between her thighs, I snapped. I was on top of her a second later, using my body to spread her legs even more, feeling her heat and wetness. God, she was primed for me.
She reached up and held me to her, pulling me closer so my upper body was pressed to hers, my lower body cradled between her legs.
“I need you, need to be inside you,” I murmured against her throat, and she speared her fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands. I should have made love to her after the revelation she told me, after we professed our love, but I snapped. I needed to claim her, plain and simple.
“I need you inside me, Devon.”
“Leila,” I groaned and moved my mouth to hers, let my lips trail over hers a second before I speared my tongue into the hot recesses of what she offered.
She writhed beneath me, her pussy rubbing along my cock as she ground herself against me, as she tried to fuck herself on me.
“God.” I broke the kiss and moved down the length of her body, trailing kisses on her skin, paying extra attention to her belly, feeling weak and helpless but so fucking happy that she was pregnant.
And then I had my face between her thighs, my breath moving along the most intimate part of her. With my hands on her inner thighs, I kept her legs spread for me and stared at her pussy.
I dragged my tongue through her slit, licking up her cream, swallowing it, and taking a part of her into my body. I held her in place as I ate her out, as I fucked her with my lips and tongue. I became a beast then, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, knowing I’d leave marks on her.
She was smooth and silky against my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. I was drunk off the flavor and feel of her, how she tugged at my hair, rubbed her pussy against my mouth for more. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until every part of me was numb, until all I could feel, smell, taste was Leila.
I started dry humping the mattress, grinding my cock against the bed, needing to relieve the pressure. And when I felt her body tense and knew she was coming, I sucked her clit into my mouth and let her give me her climax.
When she started to come down from her high, when her body stopped quivering, I moved up her body and claimed her mouth, plunging my tongue between her lips and forcing her to taste her sweet, musky flavor.
My dick was pressed between her slick folds, her cunt framing my cock perfectly. She opened her mouth wider and dueled her tongue with mine. I pressed my hips against hers, my cock sliding right between the center of her, gathering her wetness, moving fluidly against her.
Leila made a soft sound in the back of her throat, and I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her, looking down at her body, taking in every inch, every curve. I grew harder, needier for her. My cock was a steel rod between my legs, pre-cum dotting the tip.
“Christ.” I glanced up at her face. “I love you.” I wanted her as my wife, the mother of my children… as my everything.
I needed to be inside her. I stroked my cock again, the pleasure consuming me.
“Be with me,” she whispered, and I was right there with her, placing the tip of my dick at her entrance and praying to God I held out long enough for her to get off for me.