Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Then what do you want?!” I shout.
“To claim you.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s throwing me over his shoulder and walking over to my bed. He tosses me onto the mattress and pulls my shorts off me before I can protest.
“The reason you’re so mad at me right now is because I need to eat your pussy,” he says, pushing my legs apart.
“What?” I ask in shock as he kneels down, getting close to my sex.
“You need to get off. You’re frustrated as fuck right now, and I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re not so pissed off.”
I know by the look on his face, the dark look in his caveman eyes, that he means it.
Chapter Eight
Brad
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?” I growl as I toss her shorts to the floor. I hate the idea of her walking around without anything on under her shorts. It’s one less layer between her and other men.
“Panties? Those are for the privileged class,” she seethes at me, even though I know she’s aching for my touch. I’ll calm her down.
“Take your top off. I want to stare at your tits while I eat your pussy,” I snarl at her. I’m still a little on edge.
It took me hours to find her, and now here she is in front of me and my heart finally begins to calm. My body is wound tight and my cock is beyond help at this point, but my soul is at peace now I’m with her again. I feel like I can breathe again knowing she’s okay and I can be next to her to make sure she stays that way.
I watch her as she does as I ask, even though her insolent little chin challenges me. Goddamn, I want to flip her over and spank her ass red. But the scent of her pussy is too good, and my mouth is watering for a taste. I’m starving for her.
“All of this is mine now,” I say, looking at her bare pussy, with its pink, wet lips. I lean down and press my lips to it, giving it a soft kiss.
“You don’t own me,” she retorts, but it comes out more like a question.
“I’m about to,” I say as I open my mouth over her cunt and taste heaven.
My hands move under her ass and I lift her off the mattress so I can feast on all she has to give me. Her sweet nectar covers my lips and chin as I make a meal out of her.
“This pussy is mine,” I say, reminding her who she belongs to. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes!” she cries out, when my tongue delves between her folds and into her tight opening.
I lick my way up to her clit. It’s hard and pulsating, begging for attention. When I graze my teeth over it, a switch inside her flips and she cries out my name. She grabs my hair and grips it tight as her hips rock against my mouth and she fucks my face. She’s taking her own pleasure and I relish it. She can use me and take whatever she wants as long as she keeps making those little sounds that have my dick leaking cum all over myself.
I drink in all of her while grabbing her ass and staring at her big tits. They move as I eat her, and it gets my cock even harder. I’ve never tasted something so good before, and I think I could get myself off just eating her out. I hum my appreciation for it, and the vibrations travel up her sex.
Her body is wound tight from the wait to cum, and she shakes with anticipation.
“Brad,” she whines, and her eyes pop open to look at me.
“Shh. I’ve got you, baby,” I say, knowing she’s about to break into a million pieces.
With one firm stroke of my tongue and a flick against her clit, she completely shatters. Her back arches up and she moans loudly as she cums for me.
Knowing I’m likely the first man to get her off makes my dick impossibly harder. I want to be the first and only.
Forever.
Chapter Nine
Sylvia
This man. Oh my god. I felt him from my toes to my eyelashes. What had he just done to me? My body feels like it’s floating. I want to lie here forever, lost in this moment, feeling whole and satisfied.
I lie helpless on the bed, staring up at the cracks in the ceiling, unable to speak. I’m not sure if I’m even able to breathe. Before I know what’s happening, Brad is beside me, pulling me close and kissing me. I taste myself on him, and somehow it’s the most intimate thing we’ve done. This kiss is tender and not angry like the ones we shared in the stairwell of his building.