Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
When he pulls back, I almost whimper. However, he traces his hands up my neck to my chin. Lifting slightly, Owen makes me look at him.
“Sloane, honey, this is practice. You need to practice being seen in all your glory.”
Fear takes over, and I’m torn between pulling away from him and keeping in the orbit of his warmth.
Before I can disagree, Owen grabs my hand, pulling me towards the rickety ladder.
Fuck, heights.
I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this.
A large ball fills my throat. I feel like I can’t swallow. But at Owen’s insistent pull, I follow him to the ladder and up.
We can see above the treetops. Once I discern that the platform is indeed stable, I take a few breaths and settle in. As my anxiety eases, I start to enjoy the view. However, after a few minutes, something occurs to me.
“You said I need to be seen, Owen.”
He hums in assurance, eyes on the view like he’s watching a movie.
“There’s no one around.”
“You’re forgetting the practice part, pet.” When I simply raise an eyebrow, he continues, “This platform is practice. Now come here.”
Owen reaches over and cups my breasts. “See, how sexy these are?” He starts massaging them from above my top. Then he leans forward, pulls up my shirt, and licks the skin. The barest touch of his tongue sends shivers down my spine, and my knees start to weaken.
I start to lean into him even more. And Owen pulls my top off, the buttons popping everywhere, probably scaring all the deer in the area. I slip off my bra so my breasts are pressed to his face.
“Now, I like this a hundred times better than deer hunting,” he whispers. Then he catches a nipple in his mouth and sucks it eagerly. I arch my back and plant my hands on his broad shoulders. Owen moves to the other nipple and starts nibbling it. I moan loudly.
“You’re scaring all the deer,” he teases me. I remove my jeans in reply, then pull down my panties.
“What were you saying again?”
Owen pulls me closer to him and plants a kiss on my navel. His lips travel south and stop on the skin just above my clit. He nudges the hard nub with his nose and lightly touches it with the tip of his tongue. Another shiver travels through my spine. My lover grabs my butt to pull my pussy closer to his waiting mouth.
His tongue expertly plays with my clit, alternately licking the nub, its sides, and my wet opening. Then, his finger pushes my pussy lips apart so his tongue can lick my insides. I put my hands on his shoulders again for the support. When my juices start leaking down, he begins nibbling my clit, making it more sensitive to him. Owen bites, licks, and enters me, and the pleasure keeps on piling up, and I find myself shaking from the feeling. I want to fall down, but his hand holds me up as I reach my limit and the orgasm rolls. It is a slow-building sensation that bursts when his teeth bite my erect clit harder. I lean on him as electricity courses through me, my body thrashing as the orgasm fades.
All this time, my eyes are on the expanse of the forest before me. Being nude in the open is titillating. Better than I ever thought it would be.
Owen stands up and gets behind me. I lean against him for support because my knees are still too weak to hold me. I feel him pulling his pants down, and then his cock springs up, poking my back. Then, he surprises me by lifting me up and impaling me with his cock in one swift move. My breasts bounce as he lifts me and pushes me down on his hardness.