Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Walking up behind me, he grabs my hips and pushes his manhood against my ass.
I look over my shoulder, studying him as he gazes down, as though my body is hypnotizing him.
I’ve never felt this before, so wanted, so special.
He grinds his cock up and down me, stroking against my sex through the fabric of my shorts.
“You feel that?” he snarls. “You feel how fucking crazy you make me?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
When he grabs the hem of my shorts, getting ready to pull them down, I know it’s my last chance. I won’t be able to tell him to stop if he starts doing the stuff he said in his texts.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, as though in awe, as he pulls my shorts and panties down.
CHAPTER 16
Banner
A siren goes off in my head, telling me I won’t be able to stop at simply tasting her.
Her shorts are down around her knees, pulling her legs together, making her ass even rounder and juicier. She sticks it out over the edge of the bed as I gaze down, unable to look away, so captivated I can hardly handle it.
I’m panting, wanting to open my mouth and roar out in pure desire.
Stepping back, I stare at the pinkness of her lips.
“Have you showered since we texted?” I ask.
She’s staring at me over her shoulder, her hair spilling down. Her eyes are wide, like she’s already getting close to her creamy finish.
“No.”
“So that’s not why your pussy lips are so shiny. Goddamn, Brooke, you’re perfect. Grab a pillow. We can’t have you screaming.”
She smiles, a note of sassiness coming into her expression, almost like a challenge. She reaches over, takes a pillow, and brings it over, resting her elbows against it and sticking her ass up even more.
I’m shuddering, knowing I have to stop, but knowing I can’t.
Knowing we might get caught and not caring.
I feel like I can’t care, not when she’s bent over like that, deliciously exposed for me.
And only me.
Kneeling down, I stroke my hands up her legs, then shamelessly indulge in her ass. She moans quietly as I massage her round mounds and begin kissing up her inner thigh, causing her to shiver even more the closer I get.
I can smell her, smell the orgasm from when we were texting. It’s tangy and inviting and the best scent I’ve ever experienced.
It’s everything I knew she’d be and more.
Finally, I get to her entrance.
I pause for a moment, studying her ass as I massage her flesh, kneading her sweet softness, feeling like the luckiest man alive that I’ve got a woman so curvy, so full-bodied, so mine.
“Your ass is going to shake so sexily when I fuck you.”
I bring my face closer, knowing she can feel my breath on her virgin slit as she shifts from side to side.
“Hmm,” she moans like she can’t summon any actual words.
I push my face the rest of the way, pressing it against her pussy, opening my mouth, and dragging my tongue down from her clit to her entrance.
I take her folds in my mouth, greedily sucking them, tasting her release from earlier.
Then I return to her clit, sucking on that, pushing my tongue firmly against it as I suck it harder.
She’s whimpering, already biting the pillow, my on-the-edge virgin so ready for her release.
My tongue moves quicker, flickering, as I let her clit go.
I gorge on her, licking as much of her as possible, moving my tongue up and down, and tasting every inch of her sopping pussy.
My hands indulge in her ass shamelessly, endlessly.
I squeeze her cheeks together, pushing them against my face as I tongue her faster.
She’s bucking against me, slow, like she’s unsure.
But the more I lick, the faster she moves like she can’t help it. It’s like the same carnal need buried deep in me exists within her, and it’s driving her movements.
Smoothing my tongue to her entrance, I erect my tongue and then push it inside her. I push it as deep as I can before I feel my teeth connect with her ass, then I slip it out, and then do it all over and over.
I tongue her tasty entrance, my mouth swimming with her tanginess, my cock pushing against my shorts with more urgent tension.
“Banner,” she whispers. “I think….”
She bites on the pillow again, not having to tell me.
I can feel it in her pussy, the way it begins to pulse, tightening around my tongue.
With a hungry growl – I’m starving for her pussy, my cock roaring at me to slip inside – I move my tongue even faster.
When I reach around her thigh and rub her clit at the same time, she starts gasping, moaning so that the pillow doesn’t catch it all.
We’re lost in the pleasure, my cock grinding against my underwear, precome soaking me, making me feel like I could explode right here.