Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She slid down his broad body until she straddled his legs. She squirted a line of whipped cream from the crown of his cock, down the thick ridge to his balls, and quickly followed it with her tongue.
“Jesus fuck,” he ground out.
She was only getting started.
She did it again. Then she fisted the root and covered the crown completely in the dessert topping before sucking it deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around to catch every drop.
“Mmm. Both salty and sweet. Delicious.” She covered the crown and sucked him clean again.
This time a strangled sound escaped from between his lips. “It’s soon going to be more salty than sweet if you keep doing that.”
She ignored him and moved down to his sac hanging heavily between his muscular thighs.
After squirting more whipped cream there, she took his balls into her mouth and used her tongue to play with them.
“Jesus, Phire. A man can only take so much,” he groaned.
“This is nothing.”
“Maybe for you. With as badly as I want you right now, you sucking my cock and balls is dangerous. I was already close to my breaking point when I was eating the strawberries off your banging body.”
Once again ignoring him, she held his hard-on straight up in the air, put another dab of whipped cream on the very tip and topped it with a slice of strawberry, like a little hat. With a quick glance at his face, she noticed his jaw was sharp enough to cut glass. He was clenching his teeth to keep himself together.
And just like she had, he also clenched the towels within his fingers.
She would have to keep this short because she was dying to climb on and take him for a ride.
She pulled him into her mouth, swallowed the strawberry and the cream mixed with precum, then released him with a pop before crawling up his body again on her hands and knees.
When they were once again face-to-face, with him still blindfolded, she tucked a strawberry between her lips and pressed her mouth against him. When they kissed, he stole the strawberry from her and ate it.
She did it again.
And once more.
Their lips were sticky sweet. Their kisses so damn delicious.
He was excellent at it. Not sloppy, not dry. Perfect.
And every kiss between them made her pussy clench, her clit swell and her breasts ache for attention.
She was ready to take this beyond dessert. She needed for him to be inside her and was jonesing for an intense orgasm. And she really wanted to see the look of satisfaction settle on his face after he came. Like the other night.
Pleasing him pleased her. Him being turned on turned her on. Hearing him moan drew moans from her own lips.
She tucked one more strawberry between her teeth, placed the bowl aside and grabbed the condom from the nightstand.
When he heard the tear of the wrapper, he reached for the blindfold.
She stopped him again with a sharp, “No.”
“But—”
“Leave it for now,” she said around the strawberry.
“I want to see you.”
“You will. But for now use your imagination.”
“I’d been doing that for weeks, Phire…”
He had? “Weeks?”
“From the moment I saw you.”
If it was physically possible for her to melt, she would’ve done so. But still, the warmth of his words flickered in her belly as his cock twitched in her fingers as she rolled on the condom.
Once it was secure, he made a move to grab her and roll her under him, but she planted both palms on his chest and shoved him back down onto the mattress. “Stay there. I’ve got this.”
“She’s got this,” he muttered to the ceiling.
Even though he couldn’t see it, she grinned at the resignation in his voice.
She dropped her chest to his, took his mouth again, passing him the last strawberry, and wedged a hand between them to line him up. But she didn’t slide onto his cock, she made him wait until she finished kissing him.
When she did, she sat up, but still hesitated. Just to set him on edge.
“You’re hovering,” he grumbled.
“I am.”
“This is an odd way to murder someone.”
“Is this killing you?” she teased.
“It’ll be murder in the first degree. But I’d be willing to drop the charges, if—” He groaned as she slid down his hard length. “Okay, you’ve earned a reprieve.”
“Thank you, Officer. I feel vindicated. Can we shut up now?”
He pinned his lips together and for a second, she regretted blindfolding him because she wanted to see his beautiful deep brown eyes, especially when they crinkled with humor.
Soon.
The fun and games were now over and it was time to get serious.
She began riding him slowly, taking her time to appreciate his length and girth. Hell, appreciate him in general.
The way his abs flexed as she rose and fell. The strong line of his bearded jaw. The shape of his parted lips. The encouraging sounds that came from between them.