Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Her fingers started to play with the hair of my happy trail before slowly dipping inside the small gap between my jeans and my belly.
I automatically sucked my gut in, allowing her searching fingers better access to what she was rooting for.
And she didn’t disappoint.
The moment she had enough room to slip her hand in, she delved deep between my legs, cupping my hard cock over the soft fabric of my boxer briefs.
“Did I mention how much I like these underwear?” she asked, running one fingernail down my side.
I laughed then.
Yes, she’d mentioned it quite a few times since she’d seen me change into them this morning.
Though, I had been wearing the same pair for over thirty-six hours, which reminded me I needed a shower.
“How about you join me in the shower?” I offered. “We fuck and go?”
She snorted, “So eloquent.”
I shrugged.
I didn’t see any point beating around the bush and never had.
“So was that a yes, or a no?” I hissed, sucking in a breath when she moved her hand from over the top of my underwear, to underneath them.
Her warm hand surrounding my cock could be enough to send me to my knees.
She squeezed, and then smiled.
“I can’t tell you no, you know,” she pointed out. “You could say, ‘let’s fuck on this floor right here’ and I’d drop to my knees with my pants around my ankles.”
My breathing hitched at the visual she’d just made.
“You’d let me fuck you right here, with the possibility of anyone coming through and seeing us?” I asked.
We were in a dark hallway, two doors down from my room.
Her back was to the wall in between the bathroom and Truth’s room, and I was fairly sure she’d balk when I started to touch her.
But she didn’t, surprising the ever-loving shit out of me.
My hand skimmed down her back, coming to a stop on the swell of her ass as I pulled her in tight.
Her arm became pinned between us, but that didn’t stop her hand from convulsing tightly on my cock, letting me know without words that she liked the show of dominance.
“You want me to do you right here?” I breathed, my breath playing along the top of her head.
“Maybe.”
I hooked her around the waist and went even further into the shadows of the hall, stopping right outside the door to my room and pushing her face first into the wood paneling.
Her hand was wrenched sideways as I did, and I used it to my advantage to pin her good arm to the wall right above her head.
Without the lights on in the darkness of the hallway, there wasn’t much that could be seen.
But I could hear.
The whimper of her voice as I pushed against her ass with the saddle of my hips, digging my erection into the soft globes of her backside.
She cursed and leaned forward, pushing back against me, urging me on.
“Do it,” she growled.
It was so cute that I wanted to ask her to repeat herself, but she yanked her hand free from mine and started to work on the waistband of her yoga pants.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I ordered her.
I felt her head turn, her lips pressing against my cheek, as she said, “The only thing that is aching right now is my empty pussy.”
I closed my eyes and growled.
“Guess I better remedy that, hmmm?” I asked, dropping down to my knees directly behind her.
Then talking ceased, and feeling and touching took over.
With her pants down around her ankles, I pushed her ass cheeks apart and buried my face between them. My tongue stretched out to push into her wet entrance, and her flavor exploded on my tongue.
If I could bottle one thing up in the world to keep with me forever, it would be the taste of Imogen’s pussy.
It was like nothing I’d ever tasted before, and I couldn’t get enough.
One lick turned into two, and suddenly I was lost in her. Her scent. Her taste. The feel of her on my tongue. So hot and smooth, wet and slick.
“Oh, God,” she breathed shakily. “You’re going to make me come already.”
“Touch your clit,” I ordered roughly between breaths. “I want to feel you come on my tongue. In my mouth.”
Her breath whooshed out of her, and I smothered a smile in her flesh.
My cock ached something fierce, and I had to squeeze her ass cheeks tighter to keep my hands from going to the ache and rubbing in search of relief.
Then she clamped down on my tongue, her orgasm on the horizon, and I temporarily blocked out the way my cock demanded to be inside of her.
My fingers itched to play with her, but I didn’t want her to come with my fingers inside of her. I wanted her to come with my tongue inside of her so I could catch every last goddamn drop of her release.