Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
After a long minute, I move to the other breast to give it the same tender attention. There’s something so damn satisfying about having your woman’s tits in front of your face, about knowing you’re giving her an experience she’s never gotten with anyone else.
She’s squirming on my lap and begging for mercy by the time I finally release her. I love the sight of her nipples shining from my mouth. “Touch me again,” she pleads.
“I want to taste you this time,” I tell her. I got a tiny taste earlier in the sleigh, but it wasn’t enough. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough with this woman. I need my lips and fingers and cock on her all the time. My reason for existence has suddenly become clear and it’s to please this beautiful woman writhing on my thighs.
She’s too far gone to feel self-conscious because she gives a jerky nod and lets me help her out of her skirt.
I lay her back on the couch and pull down her panties slowly, watching her reaction. But she doesn’t look embarrassed or nervous like she did earlier. No, now she looks enraptured, like she can’t wait to see what I do next.
She’s got a nice full bush and for some crazy reason, that excites me. I love knowing that nothing gets to touch her down here. Not even a razor.
Slowly, I spread her pussy lips and take a moment to savor the view of all the glistening pink perfection. It’s for me. All that beautiful flesh belongs to me. She’s mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to please.
Ducking my head, I inhale her scent before I run my tongue through her delicate folds. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, and I know I could die a happy man now. Because I’ve tasted the sweetest dessert in the world and it’s my woman’s pussy.
“You’re addictive,” I growl against her swollen flesh, feeling her juices coat my face and beard. It’s the sexiest feeling in the world, knowing that she’s making a mess on my face.
I lap at Cassie until she’s thrashing beneath me. She’s muttering incoherently and begging me not to stop. But I still don’t show her any mercy. I just put my hands around her hips to anchor her to the spot. She’s not getting away from me. Not now when we’ve just started to find our way together.
Just when she’s a begging mess, I suck her clit into my mouth. She comes with a cry of ecstasy so loud that I’m sure it’s going to ring in my ears for the rest of my life. Savage satisfaction fills me at the noise. I did that. I drove my woman over the edge.
She grins up at me lazily as she floats back down to earth. “I was wrong. It does get better.”
5
CASSIE
West’s face is covered in my juices and his hair is messy from where I kept running my fingers through it. But that look on his face is everything. He’s staring down at me with so much emotion in his eyes that it makes me wonder how we both managed to hide our feelings from each other for so long.
I let out a soft giggle, still high from the two orgasms he ate me through. “I was wrong. It does get better.”
He winks at me. “Got more where that came from, sweetheart.”
That’s twice now that he’s touched me, given me orgasms and hasn’t once asked for me to return the favor. I sit up carefully, no longer overcome by the urge to hide my body from his knowing gaze. He’s seen everything I have, and he likes it. When he talked about spending ten years fisting his cock to fantasies of me, I thought I was going to burst into flames. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
But now I want to give him the same pleasure he gives me. I reach for the waistband of his jeans. I don’t know how to do any of this because no other guys have ever existed in my mind. I’ve never wanted to touch anyone else, feel anyone else in my hand. It’s different with West though.
To my surprise, West gently removes my hands from his waistband. He presses kisses to my knuckles. “We’re not doing that tonight.”
I swallow hard, trying not to feel embarrassed. “Is it because I don’t know what I’m doing?”
He smiles against my hands and his wet beard is soft and silky. “If my cock comes out to play, what little of my self-control is left will snap. You’ll be under me and screaming my name in less than two minutes. But you aren’t ready for that yet.”
“Oh,” my breath comes out as a shudder. How is it that I’ve spent so long around this man, and this is the first time we’ve done these things? If only we’d gotten together ten years ago, we could have a decade of experience together. “But aren’t you kind of miserable?”