Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“You know…” I go to her, one hand on either side of her head so I can lean in. “We never have to do that again if you don’t want to.”
“No!” Her eyes go wide as she shakes her head. “No, I do want to. I want to get better at it so I’m not, you know, doubting myself all the time.”
“Practice, practice,” I whisper. “Like swimming. You’re getting better with that all the time.” Granted, she doesn’t like being in the deep end without holding onto the edge, but that’s still huge progress.
“How did everything change so fast?” Her hands touch my chest, and I’m probably some kind of sex addict because that’s all it takes for me to start to melt. I can’t get enough of her.
“I don’t know,” I have to admit, brushing a kiss against her forehead, then the tip of her nose. “But I like it. I really like it. And I want more of it. Every day.”
She tips her head back so her lips will meet mine, and I can’t help but capture her bottom lip and graze it with my teeth. “Just like I want more of you every day. Am I too greedy?” I ask, rolling my hips so my thickening dick will press against her.
“I don’t think there is such a thing,” she decides, letting her hands slide down my chest until one of them is cupping my crotch, rubbing it slowly. Her touch makes my breath catch, and she giggles. “I don’t know. If you are, that means I’m greedy, too.”
“What can we do about that?”
“Who says we have to do anything about it?” Her tongue darts out to meet mine and fuck, it’s amazing. She is amazing. She’s everything.
And right now, she’s about to make me come in my pants. “Put this in your mouth, instead,” I pant, fumbling with my fly now that all the blood has left my brain. She helps, slowly sinking to her knees and wrapping her fingers around me once she pulls me free from my boxer briefs.
“What do I get if I put it in my mouth?” Looking up at me, her eyelashes flutter. The girl has learned a lot in a very short amount of time. And she loves driving me crazy.
“It depends on if you do a good job or not.” Her hair is so soft and thick under my hands, and I sink them deep, pulling her head closer. “So find out. Make sure I’m hard for that pussy.”
“You know, this is one of the only parts of the house we haven’t done this.” But she changes that, parting her lips, taking me inside and pressing her tongue against me while she gently sucks.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I whisper, letting my head fall back as she works me. Her moans vibrate through my body, making my balls lift, making my hips move so I can feed more of myself to her, hitting the back of her throat over and over while she moans around me. “You’re so fucking good to me,” I groan, lost in sensation, lost in her, wishing it could never end but knowing it has to.
“Up,” I grunt, because it’s all I can say while I gasp for air. When she doesn’t move fast enough, I take her by the arms and push her back against the door, then change my mind and turn her around so she’s facing away from me.
Her smooth, soft ass feels so good under my hands before I pull her thong down to her knees with her dress bunched up around her waist. I can’t wait. I need her now. She arches her back, giving herself to me, angling her pussy so I can sink in deep.
“Oh, my god!” she moans, her hands pressed against the door as she pushes back against me. I cover them with mine, locking our fingers, moving hard and fast. Fucking her, claiming her. She’s mine. This pussy is mine.
“Fucking tight!” I gasp before she turns her head so I can claim her mouth, too. Every stroke, every tap of my balls against her makes her whimper louder, until there’s nothing but one long, high-pitched sound coming from her mouth into mine. She’s getting tighter, too, squeezing me, trying to milk me dry.
And as much as I give her, she gives it back to me, doubling the friction, making our bodies crash together in a rhythm that gets faster and faster until she clenches tight and lets out a high-pitched shriek. I crash against her one last time before letting the rush take over, making me weak while every drop that was in my balls rushes into her.
“I like it even better that way,” she whispers once she can breathe again, still leaning against the door while her body heaves. “When you come inside me.” Yes, because one of the conditions of us living together was her being on the pill. “We’re not ready to be grandparents yet.”