Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
He lowered his head, and my belly tightened, my pussy tingling with expectation. I could feel his breath against the lace of my knickers, his mouth so fucking close.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’ve fucking missed this.”
My whole body tensed as his tongue found my clit through the fabric. My hands gripped his head, his hair spiky against my fingers.
“Shit,” I hissed. “Oh fuck, Darren.”
He sucked at my pussy through my knickers, driving me fucking crazy before his teeth nipped the lace and pulled it away. He hooked his fingers inside and ran them across my slit, spread my lips wide until I felt the heat of his breath against my needy little clit.
The touch of his tongue was electric.
“Yes!” I squealed, all reservations out the window. “Oh dear fucking God, please!”
Two fingers pushed inside me, his tongue working fucking magic. My legs started jerking and I gripped the bedcovers as his mouth drove me insane. I could hear my own wet pussy, the noises his fingers made as they fucked me nice and hard. He pushed in a third and twisted, and his knuckles pressed something, pressed something inside that felt really fucking good.
This. This was new.
This was really new.
“Relax,” he said. “Let it happen.”
I cried out as worked his fingers, his knuckles grinding a spot that made me want to pee.
“That’s it,” he said. “That’s so fucking good, Jo.”
He took my clit between his lips and it set me on fire. My thighs clamped around his head and my back arched, a string of expletives hissing from my mouth as I lost myself to the sensation.
“Darren… Darren, I’m going to…”
He twisted his fingers again and I went off like a rocket, bucking and hissing and thrashing my legs as he worked that fucking spot. The pressure inside exploded, sensations so intense they took my breath, waves of pleasure riding through my whole fucking body.
I collapsed in a saggy mess of limbs, breath jagged and loud, a big fat smile on my face as he kissed his way up.
He pressed his lips to my flabby belly and I didn’t even care.
He pulled the ribbon loose on my babydoll as he passed, and the fabric fell open, leaving my tits in all their deflated glory. I watched his eyes as he soaked them in, and all I saw was hunger.
It made my clit flutter all over again.
His cock thumped against my thigh, and I shifted myself, squirming until he was positioned at my pussy. I reached between us and took his dick in my hand, worked the thick shaft of him up and down. His face was over mine, his eyes glazed.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please fuck me.”
He thrust into my hand and I squeezed him tighter. I kept squeezing as he lowered his mouth to my tit and gobbled me up. He sucked hard, my nipple between his teeth, his tongue flicking as I moaned for more.
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me like he wanted me.
He kissed me like I was the only woman in the world, and I kissed him right back.
I guided his cock to me, and he pushed in just a little, stretching me enough that I groaned against his mouth.
He rocked his hips, just enough to tease, and I wrapped my ankles around his calves, encouraged him on.
“Wait,” he said. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a rubber. “Better to be safe than sorry.”
Who’d be fucking sorry?
I fought my own insanity, casting aside the crazy part of me that wanted Darren’s dick inside me raw, wanted to feel him come inside me and fill me up with another beautiful baby like the two he’d given me already.
I was officially losing my fucking mind.
Batshit fucking crazy.
I nodded. “Better to be safe.”
He tore the foil and pulled out to slip the thing on, and this time he didn’t hold back. He braced himself above me and pushed in deep. It felt so fucking good that I grunted, squirming like a needy whore as he slammed that big dick all the way inside.
This. This is what I wanted.
This is what I fucking needed.
He propped himself on his forearms, his face in mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed me over and over.
It was hard.
It was deep.
It was brutal.
It was absolutely fucking amazing.
I dug my nails into his shoulders and demanded more, demanded he fuck me, fuck me so fucking hard. Fuck me, Darren, fucking fuck me! Oh fucking God, just fucking fuck me!
He repositioned himself, rocking me backwards and hooking my knees over his shoulders, and he was so deep there, so fucking into me.
I gritted my teeth and took him, loving the way it ached as he slammed all the way home. His balls slapped my skin, his breath coming in fast grunts, his forehead clammy against mine as he took me with everything he had.