Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“Rory, I’m going to lick you. We both want it.”
I swallowed because my core clenched when I imagined Nevio’s tongue and lips on me.
My arm muscles softened, allowing Nevio to move, and he didn’t need another invitation.
He pushed between my legs, his shoulders pressing into my thighs, and dove right between my pussy lips, swiping over my ass cheeks, my opening, and up to my clit.
My mouth fell open, and I gripped Nevio’s hair. I wasn’t sure where this would lead. It was nowhere good, but I couldn’t resist.
The moment Rory didn’t push against my head anymore, I used my chance and pushed her legs farther apart. I took it all in. Her round ass cheeks, her beautiful opening and pink pussy lips, her tiny clit. I licked along her slit. I wanted to taste every inch of her. I wanted to make her come so hard tonight that she’d squirt all over the countertop This was the only form of redemption I could offer her.
Rory tugged at my hair and moaned. This was only the beginning. I curled my arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge, then I focused on her clit. I teased it with my tongue, lick after lick, and twirl after twirl, and it peeked out more. Rory had her eyes closed, her chest was heaving, and she was breathing heavily. This didn’t do.
“Open your eyes, Rory, and watch me eat you out.”
She opened her eyes and flushed even redder.
I pressed my cheek against her inner thigh and rubbed her little clit with my thumb, spreading my saliva and Rory’s arousal. “You’ll watch every second, understood? I want you to see me licking you, making you drip and come.”
“As if I could ever forget it was you,” she whispered with a hint of reproach.
I grinned because after tonight she’d definitely never forget how it was to be with me.
With my cheek still pressed against her inner thigh, I stroked the tip of my tongue along her puffy pussy lips, gently parting them to swirl her clit before I moved back down. Aurora's face was flushed as she watched me with parted lips. I pushed against her other thigh, parting her legs farther and revealing more of her pussy. My tongue dipped between her labia again, brushing over her smooth but tight opening. Her arousal coated my tongue. I hummed and started circling that perfect little hole that had welcomed me once before.
I pulled her down on my face, sucking her clit. She cried out in surprise and pleasure as I ate her out messily, smearing her juices all over my chin and cheeks. She leaned against the counter, both of her hands in my hair, her eyes wide and disbelieving as my mouth and tongue tasted her lips, clit and opening.
Her arousal wasn’t a small drizzle anymore. It coated my tongue as I stroked her opening.
Her thighs tensed, her pussy clenched, and her face contorted with pleasure, then a loud moan fell from her parted lips. I gripped her ass cheeks, my fingers digging in as I pressed her pussy tighter against my face. She shuddered, her nails scratching my scalp. Her scent intensified. I groaned and shoved my tongue into her tight opening. Her arousal coated my tongue, and I eagerly lapped it up as I fucked her with my tongue. I wanted to claim every part of her, with my tongue, my fingers, my cock, even my fucking favorite knife. I wanted to imprint myself on Rory’s body and mind.
“I can’t. No more,” she gasped after a while. I pulled my tongue out of her. My chin and mouth were covered in her lust. She licked her lip, her expression stunned and embarrassed.
After I’d shoved down her now soaked pajama bottoms, I gripped her hips and hoisted her back up on the counter, then pushed between her legs. My cock strained against my pants, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t get its turn tonight.
“What—” Rory’s eyes widened when I pushed my middle finger into her opening. She tensed, expecting pain, but despite how tight she was, and she was amazingly tight, she was so dripping wet that I slipped in easily. I looked down at my finger as it parted her pink pussy, glistening with her arousal. I curled the tip of my finger and pressed the heel of my palm firmly against Rory’s engorged clit, then stopped moving.
“So tight,” I said triumphantly. “Nobody’s been in that pussy since me, and nobody ever will.”
“I hate you,” she whispered. But her eyes didn’t convey hate, at least not only hate. She hated me, for good reason, and probably herself too. I was familiar with hate, with its ambiguity. It was the emotion dearest to my heart. It was also an emotion I’d never manage for Rory.