Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Will you touch me now?”
He drops to his knees in front of me, and peers up at me through his thick lashes. His fingers loop the strip of fabric at my hips. Then he pulls them slowly down my legs, letting his knuckles drag against my skin behind them.
I force a swallow, stepping out of my panties, and he flicks them toward his backpack.
The sight of Ripley kneeling before me is almost more than I can handle. It’s something I never expected. I never dreamed this would happen, and I know I’ll wonder if it was real when I wake up in the morning … and every morning after that.
He grips my thighs, squeezing tightly until it borders on pain. He motions for me to spread them, so, I do.
Goose bumps dot my skin as his fingers drag up the insides of my legs, through the moisture coating them, until they reach the apex.
I gasp softly while my heart pounds so hard it’s the only thing I can hear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he says, drawing a finger through my slit. I tremble at the touch. “You are so wet.”
“Well, you’ve been walking around here for the last half an hour with a hard cock. What do you expect?”
He grins. “Are you wanting my cock? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m saying—shit.” I bite my lip as he strums his thumb over my swollen clit. I buck my hips toward him. “Never mind. I don’t know what I was saying.”
He laughs, plunging his finger into me. “I never knew it was this easy to shut you up.”
“Now you know.” I moan as he adds another finger and strokes them in and out of me. “God, that feels good.”
“Take your bra off. Let me see your tits from this position.”
I whimper as his fingers twist before resuming their slow and steady pace.
I unhook my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms. Ripley’s gaze is pinned on my chest as he leisurely works my pussy. I’ve never felt so desired. It’s intoxicating.
It’s addicting.
His strokes grow faster and deeper, working me higher into a frenzy. I grind against his hand. My desperation for relief is nearly unbearable.
The front of my bra falls into my hands, letting my breasts hang free. A slow, shit-eating smile covers Ripley’s lips as he brings a hand to my chest.
“These are fucking perfect,” he says, palming one of the heavy globes.
I flex against him again.
“Do you want to come, Peaches?”
“Yes,” I hiss, straddling the edge of an orgasm.
He drops his hand to my hip … and his face to my mound.
“Oh, my God,” I mutter, my mind blowing into a million pieces. My hands fly into his hair, pulling him tighter to me, as I moan.
He fucks my pussy with his fingers relentlessly, and the sounds of my arousal rings through the air. He traces a figure eight against my clit and my breathing gets heavier. Harder. More desperate.
“Put your foot on that chair,” he says, before blowing against my clit and making me tremble.
I do as instructed—I’m in no position to argue—and as soon as my foot is in position and his tongue touches me, I scream in delight.
A hand on my breast. Two, maybe three, fingers inside me. His tongue licking back and forth over my sensitive nub.
The intensity is too much. The pressure almost painful. The sight of Ripley’s mouth on my pussy, his eyes trained on mine, is the icing on the cake.
“Don’t stop,” I warn him, my voice wobbling through the orgasm.
I pull his hair, drawing him into me, nearly smothering him—but I don’t care. He devours me like I’m his last meal on earth.
I ride out the climax on his face, milking it for every last shot of pleasure. My mind hosts a fireworks display that’s a burst of every color of the rainbow. My breasts bounce as I endure the heat of the moment and try not to shatter.
As my sounds lessen, and my shakes calm, Ripley slows and softens his touches.
I slump against the wall, my mind putting itself back together much faster than my body.
Holy shit. I just came on Ripley Brewer’s face.
He stands, a smile splitting his cheeks, and presses a long, hard kiss to my lips. I taste myself on his tongue and feel the lingering wetness from my body on his face. When he pulls back, he’s still grinning.
“That was worth the wait.” He winks at me, heading to his backpack.
My head spins. “That’s not all, right?”
“Why?” He grabs the shirt he wore today and wipes his face off. “Did you want something else?”
He can’t be serious. “Yeah. Your cock.”
He chuckles as he digs through his bag. “Oh, you’re going to get my cock, Peaches. But I need a condom first.”
“Tell me you have one.”