Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“River, what—”
I make her straddle my face, and before she can finish her question, I pull her ass down hard so that her pussy smothers me. I moan at the taste of her sugary cunt as I suck on her lips and lick her clit.
The sound she makes is like a scream and a moan combined, and then she pushes against my mouth. I hold her thighs down as she tries to wiggle away because I love every inch of her ass on me. This is what I’ve dreamed about since I even knew this kind of thing was possible. I wanted Mara to sit on my face and ride my mouth while I licked her pussy. It flashed right through my mind. Her.
I keep going, running my mouth over every inch of her, until I feel her tongue on my cock. As soon as her lips touch the tip, I freeze. Her wet pussy is on my face, and her mouth is on my dick, and it’s all I can do not to cum right then.
There’s no strength left in me to hold back, so all I can do is double down on getting her off. She sucks some of my cock into her mouth, and that’s when I start circling her clit with my tongue. I use my face and my tongue to work her up, and eventually she has to let my cock fall out of her mouth because she’s so close.
As soon as I suck on her clit, she screams my name as she goes over the edge. The feeling of her pussy on me and the sounds of her pleasure are all it takes for me to go over the edge. I cum on my stomach as I lick her pussy, and it’s the greatest moment in my life. Never has anything felt so good—until I feel her tongue licking the head of my cock.
“Mara,” I hiss as her tongue swipes over the tip once more and my eyes roll back in my head. When her lips go around it and she sucks the rest of my cum from me, I have to pull her farther up my body so she can’t reach it. “Enough.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. I don’t know who I am anymore. But what I do know is whatever I am, it's going to be with her.
I’m panting as I kiss the insides of her thighs and then up her bare stomach. She’s hovering over me while I’m still on my back, and when I see her face, her eyes are hooded in pleasure.
“Did you like that?” I ask, and she nods, her face turning bright red. Pulling off my shirt, I use it to wipe away the cum on my stomach and roll over. “Good, get on your back and let me do it again.”
Chapter Nine
Mara
“Don’t move.” River's voice has changed in the last few hours. It’s deeper, with a sexy gruffness, but it’s also how he’s more direct too.
It’s something I saw my dad do with my mom or even Felipe with my sister. I used to roll my eyes and shake my head, but I don’t roll my eyes when River does it to me. My body has a completely different reaction, and it’s only to River.
“I’ll be right here.” He narrows his eyes on me like he’s not sure if he should trust me, and I’m not mad about it. He doesn’t want me putting any clothes on and wants me to stay in the bed where we’ve been since the first round on the sofa. The bed is a lot easier to explore each other's bodies.
“Why do you even need to leave?” I huff. Instantly I regret it. The last thing I want to do is to come off as needy or clingy.
“Because you’re distracting, and I ordered the food to my place and not yours by accident,” he growls before he pounces back onto the bed and pins me to it. His mouth comes down in a hard, wild kiss like he’s been gone and missed me. Okay, maybe I’m not alone in this crazy need for him.
“River.” I sink my fingers into his hair while I think about how I’m falling in love with him.
“Fuck, I love how you say my name,” he groans before pulling away.
“How do I say it?” I lick my well-kissed lips.
“Like I’m a damn god or something. It’s addictive.” He gently touches my cheek, stroking me sweetly.
“A god?” I fight a small laugh.
“Go on and laugh, but something sent you here to tempt me.” I bite the inside of my cheek as he rubs his nose against mine.
River starts to say something else, but his phone goes off. He mutters a curse before he springs from the bed as gracefully as a lion. His movements are fluid, but his landing is hard and shakes the room. It reminds me of how solid he is—not that I could forget. I can still feel the planes and ridges of his back on my fingertips.