Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Suddenly she pulls away, and I’m ready to protest, but I realize she’s taking off her shirt. With the glow of the moonlight, I watch as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. Inwardly I curse the lack of light, knowing that she’s bare-chested in front of me.
“You changing the rules on me, baby?”
“Is that all right with you?”
“No complaints.”
She burrows back under the covers, and her bare tits press against my chest. “Damn,” I mutter as her lips greedily seek mine. This time she’s the one in control. Mostly because my brain has short-circuited, feeling her naked body pressed to mine. My calloused hands float over her back, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt skin so soft.
I can’t stop touching her.
I can’t stop kissing her.
My cock is so hard that I’m certain I’ll have permanent damage.
“Rush…,” she says breathily as I trail my lips over her neck. I can’t resist rolling to my side and bending my head, pulling a hard nipple into my mouth. The sound that comes from her is one I wish I could bottle and keep forever. It’s already going to play over and over in my mind as it is.
My mouth moves from one nipple to the other, giving each equal amounts of attention. Her hands are buried in my hair, and she mumbles incoherent words of encouragement and pleasure.
“Rush… I need….” She trails off when I gently bite down on her neck.
“Tell me, Crosby. What do you need?”
“More.”
“More of what, baby? Tell me. You already know that I’ll never say no to you.”
“You. I want more of you.”
“More of this?” I ask, kissing her neck. “Or maybe more of this?” My lips move back to her breasts and suck gently. “Is this what you want?”
She grabs my hand and places it over her pussy.
“Are you aching, baby?”
“Please,” she replies.
“Can I touch you here?”
“Yes.”
Fuck. My index finger flirts with the waistband of her panties, and she huffs out an irritated breath. “So impatient,” I say, kissing her softly.
“I need—”
She doesn’t get to finish because my hand slips beneath her panties. My fingers slide through her wetness, making it easy for me to dip one long digit inside her. “This? You need this?”
“Yes. Please. I— That.” She nods.
“You’re so tight.” The sound of her arousal as I pump my finger inside her seems to echo throughout the room. “So wet for me,” I praise. I don’t wait for her to tell me she needs more. I add another finger, and she moans her approval. My thumb finds her clit easily as I begin to massage gently. Curling my fingers, she cries out, and her pussy squeezes my fingers like a vise. When her body falls to the bed sated, I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth. Tasting her.
“Did you just lick your fingers?” She’s breathless.
“Yep.”
“That’s… hot.”
I chuckle. That’s not the reply I was expecting. “You’re hot.” I lean over and kiss her. She kisses me back, not the least bit deterred that she can taste herself on my tongue. I pull her into my arms and will my cock to relax. It’s not happening tonight, but I’m okay with that. I got more of her than I thought that I would.
That’s why when she grips my cock through my boxer briefs, I tense. “What are you doing, baby?”
“Can I?”
“You never have to ask permission to touch me.” That’s the only go-ahead she needs as she slides her hand beneath my boxer briefs and strokes me.
“Can we take these off?”
“This is your show, gorgeous.”
She grips the waistband, and I lift, making it easy for her as she slips my boxer briefs down my legs. I kick them, not giving one single fuck where they land. She goes back to stroking me, and I can’t ever remember a time being jacked off has ever felt this good.
Just when I think things can’t get better, she moves down the bed and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck,” I mutter. She’s not bothered by my words as she takes as much of me as she can down her throat.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her.
Her head bobs as she takes me over and over again, her tongue sliding along with each pass. I grip the sheets, needing to hold onto something. When she slows and my cock falls from her mouth with an audible pop, I release my hold on the sheets.
“I wonder….” Her words trail off as if she’s afraid to ask.
“You wonder what?”
She moves to straddle my hips. She grips my cock, gently stroking. She shocks the hell out of me when she reaches into her panties, runs her fingers through her folds, and uses her cum as lube for my cock. I’ve never been so fucking glad for the soft glow of moonlight in my life. It would have been a travesty to have missed that.