Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Time for Daddy to eat, baby girl,” he growls, without ever taking his eyes off my folds.
My body rolls with a surge of desire and excitement, so powerful that it I can feel it right down in my bones. I want him. I adore him. I need him.
And I can’t believe this is happening.
He kisses the insides of my thighs, nice and slow. First the right side.
Then the left.
And then back again.
And once again I have that out of body feeling, floating above us. Watching us from above. I can’t believe that this is happening.
I can’t believe that Mike and I are doing this. Together. Finally.
His thick stubble tickles the soft skin of my inner thighs. I reach down, running my fingers through his thick dark hair. Noticing the beautiful lines at the corners of his eyes. The years of emotion. The experience. The wisdom. That just makes me melt.
He takes my knees now, shoving them back. It surprises me and I let out a gap that turns into a yelp. He doesn’t relent, doesn’t hesitate, and pushes me wide open.
But then takes another long moment. While he studies me like art all over again.
And he stays there.
Breathing. Growling. Wanting. All because of me.
But with every passing second, I feel my courage start to fall away. There’s no way I can do this. I’m not ready. I’m not even close to ready.
In all my fantasies about Mike, all my crazy dreamy thoughts, I never thought about this. Here. His power, his force. My fear. My innocence.
My body shakes uncontrollably as he gets closer and runs his fingertips up my clit.
“All your life I’ve looked after you, Jess. As long as I’ve known you, I’ve wanted to protect you. To love you. To have you right in the center of my life.”
My heart nearly bursts at the way he’s looking at me. But it feels so good that it feels impossible. Like this is all some crazy, impossible dream.
I savor the dream. Real or not, this is what I need and what I want. And for the first time in my life, I feel wildly, powerfully, genuinely beautiful.
The dappled light spills down onto us from between the leaves of the ashes above. The warm breeze shifts back and forth, making the little clumps of pampas grass sway. And now I focus in on his handsome face, his serious eyes. The determined intensity of his expression.
He parts my folds and sucks my clit into his mouth. My back arches up off the table. It’s so sensitive, I almost shove him away. My hips wriggle, my body twists, and I try to get away. But he’s much stronger than I am—much—and he pins me down on the table. Making me accept him. Making me let go.
He moves his tongue over my opening, exploring my folds, tasting my wetness. I grip his wide shoulders with my hands. Wondering if I might be about to come already.
“You’re mine now, Jess. And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”
He licks his lips and wipes his face on my inner thigh. In his eyes, there’s something brand new. Ownership. Pride. Mine.
He goes for me again. Eating me out, going like crazy, devouring me like a starving man. He fucks my opening with my tongue and slips his big finger inside me. I feel the resistance of my hymen pushing back at him. And the pain of it, it makes my vision flicker, my hearing sharpen, the world come into ultra-fine focus
Could anything be better than this?
I don’t know. But I very, very much doubt it.
He’s so skilled with his tongue. I just let myself imagine himself doing this before, with other women, before my mind says no, none of that. Because it’s just us, him and me. For as long as we can. How can anything feel so good? It’s impossible. Unthinkable. But this magic is happening. And it is happening between my own legs.
He slurps and sucks and licks, lewd and unapologetic. “This fucking pussy. It’s like heaven itself.”
I raise my head from the table. “Really?”
And he goes in for another round, nodding into my folds.
Now he grabs my tits, pinching the nipples again, eating me out and working my breasts with something like rage. I let myself relax into this magical place, seeing flickering lights and twinkling stars, in the morning light.
His tongue pushes into my body, and then back to my clit, and my whole heart throbs with yes.
I reach out for him to steady myself and he spreads me even wider. I am so bare, so exposed, so vulnerable. But I am not shy about it. Not embarrassed. He is everything I’ve ever needed and I am so very happy to get lost in him, in us, together.
I look down and see his happiness, his focus, his power. I roll my hips into him, begging for more, and more, and more. And he gives more, until it feels like we are merging into one.