Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
She was hoping the dirty talk might turn Roark on. And from the way his pale eyes went suddenly half-lidded and the lustful growl in his voice, she had been successful.
“Of course I want to mount you,” he growled, coming over to the bed at last. “But not yet. First I want to worship you like the goddess you are, my perfect little Elite.”
“What do you m—oh!” Sammi gasped, for he had grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over as though she weighed no more than a doll. Once Roark had her on her back, he began to kiss her passionately, starting at her newly healed throat and moving down to the place between her breasts.
“Mmm, I love this spot,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I think it might be the softest spot on your whole sweet body, darling.” He nuzzled her there, his scratchy cheeks sending shivers of need through Sammi’s entire body.
“You…you think so?” she whispered breathlessly.
“Mmm-hmm.” He gave her a half-lidded look. “But of course, there are other spots I love as well.”
“Such as?” Sammi asked daringly.
In answer, he untied the little bow of the teddy and spread it open, revealing her bare breasts completely.
Sammi moaned softly when he took one of her stiff pink peaks between his lips and began to bathe her nipple with his tongue.
“Ohhh!” Sparks of pleasure shot through her and Sammi arched her back, offering herself completely, wanting to give him better access to her bare breasts.
Roark responded by releasing the right nipple and turning his attention to the left. Sammi ran her hands through his thick, black hair moaning as she arched up to meet him.
Just as she was wondering if she could come just from letting him suck her nipples, Roark let her nipple slip from between his lips and began to kiss lower.
“Oh, Roark…” Sammi moaned as he nibbled and licked a trail down her trembling belly to the top of the tiny black lace panties.
“Now these are extremely naughty little panties, my darling,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I believe I can see your soft little pussy lips right through them.”
As he spoke, he traced one long finger down the cleft between her outer lips, making Sammi’s hips buck up with need and pleasure as his finger slid over the sensitive bump of her clit.
“Do you like them, Sir?” she whispered breathlessly. “I wore them just for you. I…I was hoping you might want to take them off me.”
“Maybe I will—in a minute,” Roark growled. “But first I want to kiss you with them on. Spread your legs for me, Samantha, and let me kiss your panties.”
Sammi bit her lip and did as he commanded. Submitting to his desires made her feel hot and cold all over and her pussy felt incredibly wet and ready for him to take her. But Sammi knew better than to rush the big Shadow Twin when he was in the mood to pleasure her. He would take her when he was ready and not before and in the meantime, nobody did slow, sexual torture quite like Roark.
“Mmm,” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the thin lace panel which was all that separated her bare flesh from his mouth. “Why, darling, I believe you’re getting wet.”
“I…I cant help it,” Sammi whispered as he continued to cover her panties in slow, open-mouthed kisses, nuzzling against her tender little clit again and again until she thought she might scream or start begging for more.
“I don’t want you to help it,” Roark told her. “But I think I ought to be sure. Maybe we ought to take those panties off and spread you open to see if I’m right—do you think?”
“If…if you want to, Sir,” Sammi moaned softly, lifting her hips submissively to allow him to pull her panties down.
“Good girl,” Roark growled as he stripped away the little panties and bared her pussy.
Sammi had shaved again—completely this time—and she thought she had never felt so bare and vulnerable as when Roark split her thighs wide with his broad shoulders and pressed his face close to her pussy.
“Gods, so lovely,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Now spread yourself wide for me, my darling,” he commanded. “Open yourself up so I can see how wet you’re getting for me.”
Blushing, Sammi did as he asked. With trembling fingers, she spread her outer pussy lips, showing her new husband her slippery inner folds.
Roark gave a growl of approval and lust and looked up at her, his pale eyes blazing.
“Why, Samantha,” he murmured, holding her gaze with his own. “I was right—your soft little pussy is positively dripping with honey. Why is that, do you think?”
“Be…because you were kissing me,” Sammi whispered. “Kissing…kissing my panties, Sir.”
“Mmm, so you’re saying this is my fault?” Roark raised an enquiring eyebrow at her.