Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I expect him to slam me right now. I want him to slam me right now.
I want him to fuck my brains out till I’m screaming.
I give a little buck against him but he pins me tight, our tongues still dancing.
“Fuck me,” I say into his hot fucking mouth.
His mouth mashes mine and he fucks me. Slowly. Withdrawing all the way and sliding in deep and it’s… torture. Fucking amazing torture.
And my fucking God, he knows the perfect angle.
He circles his hips like a master, in line with my body so well it feels like he’s known me a lifetime. But then I remember how intently he watched me playing with myself that night…
As if on cue, he varies his circling with three deep thrusts, then pulls out and slides the wet length of his cock up and down my slit, toying with my clit like I go wild for.
I’m already groaning please against his mouth when he pushes his cock back inside me, and he circles again, sucking my tongue as I whimper.
Please, please, please…
He picks up the pace, not by much but fuck it burns so good. Feels so good.
Then he stops. Circles some more. Pulls out. Fucks my clit with his hard cock end.
And Jesus Christ it’s so good.
When he slides back into me and thrusts hard and fast, I’m fucking done.
I try to turn my face away to grunt and groan as I reach the peak, but he doesn’t let me. He grips my cheeks and licks my open lips and keeps on fucking me. And I smile as I’m coming, darting my tongue out to meet his. And it’s a crazy kinda coming… weirdly smooth as it waves through me and stokes the need for more.
I turn my attention to bucking against his cock, still inside me, but he doesn’t react, just holds it in position.
“You not gonna come? Give me some more cream?” I ask, and he smirks.
“Your pussy is a work of art, Tiffany, but I’ve used the wonder plenty of times. It’s your mouth I’m interested in. I’ve got years to catch up on.”
“We’ve both been missing out, then,” I say, and pull him in for more. Kiss after kiss, after fucking kiss. I can’t stop.
My eyes are open to stare into the deep pools of his, and his are gazing straight back. It’s an intimacy that makes my heart flutter, scared as well as entranced. I’m on display, in soul as well as body. He’s well and truly broken down Creamgirl’s walls.
There is nothing left but me. Myself. Tiffany with the smears of Cream left behind.
“Let’s get to the bedroom,” he says and I could cry when his cock slides out of me.
Fuck knows how he manages to help me to my feet with his mouth still peppering mine, but he does. My arms are around his neck as he guides me backwards, step after step. I collapse with a squeal as he shunts me down onto the mattress.
“How about you give my mouth something else now?” I ask him, eyeing up his dick as he climbs on top.
“Not yet.”
“I’m so hungry for your cum. I haven’t even had a sample.”
“Patience is a virtue,” he says, and kisses my puffy lips like a starving man.
I bite at his kisses as he pushes his cock back into me. The bounce of the mattress makes it easier to buck against him but he glides his hips so slowly, it’s a crime. He teases me to the brink and back like a fucking wizard, because he’s cracked the code.
More circling. More pulling out and nudging my throbbing clit with his cock end. More sliding deep and little thrusts at just the right angle.
“Fucking hell, Reuben. What are you going to do to me when you ramp it up?” I ask him as he’s circling fresh. “You’re such a filthy, dirty bastard. We both know it.”
“That depends. What do you want me to do to you?”
I suck in a breath as he sweeps his cock between my pussy lips.
“Whatever you want. I’m yours. This is your proposal.”
His eyes are stern when he grips my chin. His stare is piercing.
“Fuck proposals. This has nothing to do with sex for cash, or filthy plans set out in stone. What I want is you.”
“Want or need?” I ask with a cheeky smirk.
“Need,” he says, and kisses my neck. “Did you hear that? Need.”
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Another case of two peas in a pod, because I need you, too.”
“I’ll never get tired of you saying that,” he says.
“Same goes, Santa. So give your naughty girl some dirty treats. She needs them.”
The smile on his face is so honest, so full of the moment, it makes my heart sing.
Fuck, I’m turning into a fucking poet.
“My naughty girl deserves some filthy treats,” he says and lifts my legs back, spreading me wide.