Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
She says nothing, but our eyes are again locked. Her chest continues to rise and fall faster than usual. My tongue skims my lips, and her eyes drop to my mouth and stay there. She bites her lip with an expression that strikes me as pretty fucking close to that longing I’m looking for. I lean in and stroke her bottom lip with it, too. Her cunt squeezes around my fingers.
I smile.
She squirms. Her body seeks more friction. And she’s about to get it.
My lips touch hers. “Kiss me,” I demand. “Now, Chloe. Or else.”
She doesn’t. But she doesn’t pull away either. She’s breathing heavily.
“I want to feel your hands in my hair again, your sweet little pussy squeezing me. Give that to me, baby. Give it to me and I’ll make you come so hard. Reward you for being such a good fucking girl for me.”
I press my forehead to hers and pump my fingers a couple times.
She whimpers, eyes closed tight.
“Okay, fine. I’ll let you keep your eyes closed this time. Just this time. So you don’t have to feel bad, okay?” I whisper and then touch my lips to hers. “I’m gonna keep kissing you, keep making you feel good. You have to kiss me back, Chloe. You have to. Or else.”
Her chin trembles like she’s about to cry, but her cunt squeezes around my fingers again and I reward her by pressing harder into her G-spot, by rubbing faster circles around her clit as I kiss her. Her lips part and I swallow another whimper as our tongues touch.
“Let me have your sounds. Now. Do it and you’ll get my mouth around your hot little clit.”
She whimpers. Not intentionally, I don’t think. She was holding her breath. Now, she’s panting.
“That’s my perfect girl.” I kiss her again and our tongues touch as her back arches.
Pulling back so I can move down her body, I’m immensely satisfied by the sight of her swollen lips, by the look on her face that tells me everything I need to know. I keep moving until I’m mostly off the couch, lifting her skirt up some more until it’s practically a belt. I tear her pink panties off and pocket them, then lift her right leg and drape it so her heel is resting on the top of the couch back.
She’s splayed wide open for me when I dive in and taste her.
She tries to stifle another whimper, but fails.
I undo the buttons of the pink blouse and reveal the lacy pale pink bra.
“Matching bra and panties, little bunbun?” I chuckle. “It’s like you knew I’d see these. Didn’t you? You wanted me to make you strip for me so you could show me all this pink lace draped over these beautiful tits. This pretty, shaved pussy. No baby unicorns are dyin’ today, Chloe, baby.”
She posted a rant on her sex blog, the last post on there, about going to the trouble of lady-scaping for a man and having him not make a move. She ranted that baby unicorns die when that happens. They dissolve like putting candy floss into water. And then she had a sparkled image of a unicorn with a caption – Save the Baby Unicorns.
By my calculations, that post was written not long after she started dating Hallman. He was disappointing, even from the beginning.
She doesn’t say anything, just keeps her eyes shut, her teeth holding that bottom lip. So I get back to business, running my tongue through her folds, dipping into her wet opening, before I close my mouth around that swollen button and suck hard, watching her back leave the couch, feeling more of her essence coat my tongue. I take both of her beautiful breasts into my hands and run my thumbs over her taut nipples while I apply suction to her clit.
Her body starts to tremble, so I keep it up. A rhythm of circles around her nipples and long, hard strokes of my tongue between her legs.
As she hits her climax, I let go of her tits and I’ve got her ass cheeks in each hand, massaging as I suck harder, watching her come apart under my control. Arching harder, bared tits pointing at the ceiling as she gives me all her sounds, doesn’t stifle any of them, and it’s like music to me.
I release her left cheek to free my cock out of my suit pants, biting down on her clit, making her squeal as her eyes jolt open to connect with mine.
“Baby,” I say softly as I move up her body and then I pull back so I can slam forward, hard and to the root as my mouth again collides with hers, feeling my sweet girl’s orgasm ramp up again. “Such a good girl.”
Another thing that’s just mine. Multiple orgasms. One of her entries was about never having the pleasure and I suspect Hallman didn’t do this for her.