Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
It’s so hard and warm, and I know this is the right thing to do in this moment. “So hard.”
His jaw clenches tight, but he smiles. “Come here.”
I shake my head and slide off the sofa in front of him. “I think this seat is fine,” I tell him even though my hands shake and my heart races like a sports car. I want to do this, to know that I can please him in a way that is all about him. I can’t explain it to myself but the moment I grip him in my hand, I know Shades needs no explanation.
“Fuck, Letty.” He growls those same to words over and over as I lean forward and tentatively flick my tongue over the pearl-colored drop of liquid at the tip. When my lips surround his cock, and I suck him into my mouth, Shades bucks off the sofa. “Fuck, woman. Don’t stop.”
I smile at the rough tenor of his voice and keep going, focusing on using my lips and tongue to taste him, to suck on the silky smooth skin that covers a rod of velvet steel.
Every pass of my tongue makes the muscles in his thighs twitch, and when I take more of him into my mouth so deep, I almost choke, his hips buck forward again, and both hands go to my hair.
“God. Fuck. Letty.” His hips move in short, shallow thrusts, and his hands get a tight grip on my hair, but he doesn’t direct me with his hands. Shades lets me find my way, clumsy and inexperienced as it is.
“Fuck,” he growls when I hit a pleasure spot, and I smile around him in my mouth.
I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds he makes to guide me, just as he told me earlier. His moans and grunts are my map to his pleasure, and before I know it, my own pleasure is rising.
My panties are wet, and my clit is vibrating like a tuning fork, which only intensifies my movements. I take him deeper, and my lady parts grow wetter with every grunt, every thrust of his hips.
This is almost as hot as this morning, and now I understand the appeal of oral sex because his sounds and the way he grows harder and thicker in my hands and mouth is quite the turn-on!
“Letty, babe. I’m gonna come.”
I know what that means, but I don’t know why he’s telling me, so I hum my approval and let my mouth slide up and down the hardness of him.
“Letty,” he growls again, and this time he yanks my hair hard until I stop.
“Did I do something wrong?”
He smiles. “Too right. Strip,” he commands, and though I want to tell him that he’s not the boss of me, all I can do is exactly what he orders me to do.
I strip until I’m totally naked, in the living room no less, and bare for his perusal.
Our Father who art in heaven…
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, babe. Come here.” He tugs me closer, and I go willingly.
“Feet up,” he orders, and I step up onto the sofa. “Perfect, now bring that pretty pussy to my mouth.” Shades tilts his head back and flicks his tongue out. I’m horrified and aroused all at once.
“What?”
“You heard me. Come here.” He grips the back of my thighs and pushes me forward, slipping his tongue between my folds. “So fucking wet for me. Did sucking my cock do that to you?”
I nod, but from our intimate position, he can’t see me.
“Can’t hear you, babe.”
“Yes,” I shout when he flicks his tongue over my clit. “Tasting you got me this wet.”
“Ah, fuck,” he growls and grabs my backside, holding me to his face while he feasts on me until my legs begin to shake and quiver. My muscles shake so bad I think I might collapse on top of him, and then I smile when I think that might not be such a bad thing.
“Oh!” Shades’ tongue penetrates me, and my hips start to move on their own. I freeze.
“Don’t stop,” he growls. “Fuck my face. Rub that pretty little cunt all over me.”
I feel my entire body heat at his words, but his tongue is too wicked, too capable of doing anything but swirling my hips to get closer to that elusive pleasure that feels just out of reach.
“Shades!” I shriek when he sucks my clit until it makes a loud slurping noise that totally embarrasses me but also pushes me right to the brink.
“Perfect,” he growls and grips my hip with one hand until my body aligns with his. In the next moment, I slide down his thick, hard cock.
“Ah fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking wet.”
His words—and my dirty word thoughts—embarrass me a little, but when his eyes drift shut, and the way his face twists in pleasure, all things embarrassing float away.