Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Mac kissed my belly, staring up at me as he undid my jeans. I held my breath as he tugged them down, dragging my panties halfway down my hips with them.
He was back in a flash, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs and then directly on my pussy. He kissed me through my panties. Not a quick kiss. He tongue kissed me.
How was that the most erotic thing I’d ever seen or felt in my life?
He slid a finger underneath the edge of my panties and smiled. Then he pulled them down slowly, staring into my eyes the whole time. I was naked. He was still fully clothed.
And I was pretty sure he was about to do something I’d only heard about.
Now I was really, really worried.
I was definitely going to do something weird, I decided as I watched him lower his face to my aching pussy. He made eye contact with me as his tongue extended and then slid up and down my pussy lips.
“Oh, my God,” I sighed, shocked at the pleasure he was giving me with that simple touch of his tongue, shocked and amazed and almost angry that I’d never felt anything like it before.
I wished I had known.
And then I stopped thinking altogether.
Mac tossed my legs over his shoulders and went to town. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his soft lips and wet, hard tongue on my most sensitive parts. I gasped as he pushed his tongue inside me, scooping upward and withdrawing before doing it again. He was fucking me, I realized. With his tongue.
Thankfully, I couldn’t speak, although I did make some hideous Frankenstein-esque noises. If I could have formed a coherent thought, I wasn’t sure whether I would beg him to stop or keep going.
He lifted his mouth to my clit and sucked on it.
Oh, keep going, for sure. Definitely keep going. For the love of God, please do not let him stop.
I came with a sound that was reminiscent of a screeching owl. I gripped his hands where they held my hips as my body arched off the couch. I felt open and exposed, but I couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t stop the shaking as I convulsed under the heat of his mouth and that wicked, clever tongue of his. I slowly came back down, feeling like a deflated balloon.
A very satisfied, happy, deflated balloon.
Mac stared at me with a smug smile.
“How do you feel?”
I blinked at him, completely awestruck.
“Nobody has ever done that to me before.”
He blinked.
“You are joking.”
I shook my head shyly and shrugged.
“So… thank you? It was really nice.”
“Nice?” he growled, spreading my legs and lowering his head again. “I think we can do better than nice.”
Chapter 16
Mac
I strummed my tongue against Suzanna’s clit as she whimpered, her body completely out of her control. She was one hundred percent in my control and I was loving every fucking second of it.
I still could not believe no one had ever eaten her delicious fucking pussy before. She was gorgeous head to toe, with a sweet and pretty pussy with two puffy pink lips that made me want to dive inside her with my tongue, fingers, and cock.
I was the first. I wanted to be the last. I would make damn sure she didn’t forget me.
The woman spread beneath my eager hands and mouth was even more special than I’d realized. She was giving me more than I could have expected or dreamed for. As much as I was loving making her perfect naked body come for me again and again, I had a sinking feeling I still needed to take things slowly.
I knew the best thing for her, and a potential future with her, would be to deny my raging cock once again. The best thing would be to not fuck her.
And I really, really wished I didn’t know that.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy this or spend the night and continue playing with her delicious body in the morning. I wanted to move forward with her. I just wasn’t willing to topple the cart in the process.
Not tonight, boy, I told my cock. I sat up, deciding I wanted more room for this. And I wanted her completely nude, without the open shirt or bra pushed up above her breasts.
“Up we go,” I said, lifting her limp body into my arms. I wasn’t finished making her come, but I figured I might have to feed her at some point. And the bed was calling my name.
I carried her through the tiny cottage to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the white blankets. The room was small, but it fit a queen bed. Just barely. There was an ornate wooden chair and a dresser. Not much more. I had been in here before, the day I saw her panties under the bed. I smiled, realizing tonight, I had finally earned the right to take a pair home with me.