Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I would like to say this is the part where I’d get grossed out and tell him to fuck off.
And normal me would.
But horny me? She is a whole different person, and she wants to play whatever game this man wants.
I grab the panties in my hand, and he tsks again.
“Drop them.”
“I was going to put them in my mouth,” I argue.
“Pick them up with your teeth.” I huff and snatch them up between my teeth. When I lift my head, I note he’s smiling. “Now, crawl.” The hand on his cock pauses its stroking, and he licks his lips.
I take my time as I crawl to him. I feel myself getting wetter at his request. The need to have him is almost overwhelming, and the sight before me as he touches himself is almost too much.
Almost.
When I reach him, he removes his hand from his cock and taps his leg. I sit up on my knees, and he leans forward and takes my panties with his mouth, right in the crotch area. I see his devilish smirk peeking out from behind the material.
“What do you want?” he asks, holding my panties in his hand. “Use words.” He drums his fingers on his leg.
“You,” I say, but my gaze falls to his cock.
“No, you don’t. What do you really want?” he asks again, more insistent this time.
“I want to sit down on that and move,” I manage to get out.
“And what is that?” He reaches forward and puts a finger under my chin, lifting it so we are eye-to-eye. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”
“Your cock,” I whisper. “Buried so fucking deep inside me that I forget my own name.”
His hand drops from my face, and he sits back, his arms stretching out along the back of the couch. He nods to his cock and offers, “Take what you want.”
At first, I’m not sure if it’s a trick, and I hesitate for a moment until I see the seriousness in his eyes. I stand up, then straddle him, holding myself above him. I look down between us and slowly drop my hips until I can feel him at my entrance. I release a shaky breath as the tip enters me, and I can’t even look at him right now. I’m too busy concentrating on fulfilling my every need with him. I push down a little farther, and my head drops back, my hair falling over my bare back. My chest pushes forward, and I reach for the back of the couch to brace myself, but instead, I grip his wrists.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, and my head shoots up, and I see his eyes focused solely on my pussy as I drop lower and lower until I take as much of him as possible.
“I—” Words fail me.
“Sit,” he growls.
“I—”
“Sit,” he commands.
I do as he says, taking him all in. I have to adjust to the size of him before I can even think about moving. He leans forward, my hands still clamping on his wrists, and takes my bottom lip into his mouth and bites it gently.
I’m not really sure what it is about Milo, but he consumes me.
He isn’t even touching me right now, except for his teeth on my lips, but I can feel him everywhere. I grab his hands and place them on my breasts. Instantly, he cups them, and when my eyes meet his, our noses are almost touching. His eyes trace my face, landing on my lips before they move up and lock with mine again. I wonder what he sees when he looks into my eyes because when I look into his, I see so many possibilities and so much danger, but none of that will keep me away right now.
“Move,” he says.
Instead of lifting up and down, I push him back farther into the couch and start to rock my hips. He hisses at the movement but doesn’t stop me. His hands play with my breasts before he dips low and takes a nipple into his mouth.
My hands land behind me, on his knees, and my back arches as I rock. He thrusts up, meeting my every move so he can be as deep as possible, but each movement I make hits all the perfect spots. My clit rubs against him with each motion, his cock hitting my G-spot deep inside of me and his hands and mouth working my breasts.
“Quiet, your friend is sleeping,” he mumbles around my breast.
Before I can respond, I feel the buildup about to take me, and a small scream starts to let loose. But he’s quick. He lifts a hand and covers my mouth with it, muffling the scream, but it still escapes anyway. When I slow my rocking, he puts his other hand on my hip and takes over. And I feel another orgasm rising. That can’t be possible, though. How am I just coming down from one to be going back up again?