Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 29(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 29(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
At seven sharp, there is a brisk knock on my door. Good, he’s on time. I’m starving. I walk over to it, still barefoot, and open it. He is definitely more casually dressed than I am, but God. The top two buttons on his shirt are open, and my mouth waters a little bit.
“Jesus,” he breathes.
“Hi,” I reply.
He just looks me up and down. I can feel my cheeks heating at his gaze. If I get this worked up when he’s just looking at me, what the hell is going to happen if he touches me?
I clear my throat and wait for him to say something. His eyes land on my boobs, and I smile. Then he grins at me, and my pussy clenches. Ooh, that’s never happened before…
Suddenly, I am not hungry for dinner anymore.
THREE
EDWIN
I got the job and start tomorrow, but while I am grateful for that, it’s her, Dorene, that’s been on my mind all day. I went home after the interview and tried to get some more sleep, but it was no use. I did yard work for the rest of the afternoon, took a shower, and drove over to her place. That was ten minutes ago. I’ve just been waiting in my car. I didn’t want to be too early in case she wasn’t ready yet. Not for the first time, I wonder if I am jumping into this too soon, but I want her bad, so I push that shit away.
When I get to her place, dinner is the last thing on my mind when she opens the door. She’s wearing a knee-length black dress. There’s nothing particularly sexual about it, she could wear it to church on Sunday, but there is just something about her that makes me want to take her in my arms and make her mine.
“Is this too much?” she asks, taking in my shorts, short-sleeved button-up shirt, and sandals. A Florida tuxedo, if you will. Honestly, I’ve worn a uniform of some kind for so long, that I am loving being home for that reason alone. My legs could use a tan, though.
“Not at all. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. Would you like to come in for a drink?” she asks.
“Dory, baby, if I come in there now, we won’t be going out to eat.”
“Oh,” she says, pulling her front door open wider. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”
“Fuck it,” I say, pushing into her place and pulling her into my arms. Within seconds, my lips are on hers. She tastes like cinnamon toothpaste. I can’t get enough of it. Soon, she pulls away from me, fixing her hair over her scar. I hate that she’s embarrassed by that scar. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her see just how fucking beautiful she is.
She pulls her dress over her head. She’s not wearing a bra; she doesn’t need one anyway. Her pert, pink nipples are already tight with anticipation. They are calling out to me, begging for attention and all I want to do is lick them, suck them, and worship them. It only takes a second, and I am on them, making sure to lick the faded but prominent scar between her luscious tits. For the second time today, I wonder what the hell happened to her, but she’ll have to tell me if she wants to. I won’t ask her to relive her injury.
Her moans spur me on as I take one nipple in my mouth and twist the other one between my thumb and forefinger. Her skin tastes sweet, like honey. I keep telling myself to slow down and take my time, but then she moans and arches her back, pushing more of her tits into my face. I can’t control myself. As she grabs my hair to bring me further into her, I know I’ve lost that war with myself. Gripping her lacy red panties in my hand, I rip them off and drop to my knees in front of her. With my hands on her hips, I pull her closer to me and slide my tongue down her belly. She gasps. Taking a second to worship the softness of her being a woman with curves, I kiss her all over her stomach, letting her know with my actions that I love every inch of her. I continue my downward path towards the pussy I have been craving. I find her clit and lick her from the opening of her pussy and back up. Even without a comparison, there is no way anyone else tastes this fucking good.
Her hands are gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.
Her nails are digging into my skin.
She’s spurring me on.
She makes me question everything I’ve ever known. There isn’t a single I wouldn’t do for this pleasure.