Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I’m glad for the panties when he slowly trails his tongue from my hole down my lips, heading for my clit. Otherwise, I might bite my tongue.
I can feel his face against my ass cheeks.
He’s pressed so close to me.
I bite down on the panties, moaning muffled as he trails his tongue close to my clit and then withdraws, dragging the hot tip against my lips. I feel my lips unfolding and shivering and tingling.
I’ve always had big lips, I think—they’ve always seemed big to me and I’ve wondered if men would be disgusted by them.
But Kristian is making hungry growling noises as he laps his tongue against my pussy.
I twitch against him, shivering.
The intensity in my pussy was already at a breaking point before he touched me, a pent-up mass of it that felt ready to erupt … and that was before his tongue began to tease closer and closer to my clit.
“I need to taste it,” he growls. “That glorious fucking come of yours. I love how much you squirt. I love how wet and tangy you get. You really can’t control yourself, can you? It’s a wonder you’ve been a virgin for so long when you’re this fucking horny. But I know the truth. You were waiting for me just as badly as I was waiting for you.”
“Mm-mmm,” I moan, grinding against him, letting him know he’s right.
“Good girl,” he snaps. “Now fucking come.”
All at once, I’m sure that I’m no longer here, in this deserted in-the-sky restaurant. I feel as though I’ve blasted off someplace, faraway, and the only way I’m going to return to earth is with a soul-shattering earthquake.
He attacks my clit with the tip of his tongue, making it erect and hard as he flickers against it, his mouth open wide so that his upper lip is pressed against my ass cheeks with the suggestion of teeth.
He grips my ass cheeks harder, pushing them together as though trapping himself between my legs.
He snarls and groans the more he licks, pushing his face deeper into the folds of my pussy.
He licks all of me now, dragging his tongue against my clit, but also my lips and my hole, before returning to my clit again as though enraged.
I feel myself throbbing, pulsing, a fireworks show erupting inside of me relentlessly, repeatedly, until I’m not even sure if the girl moaning is me.
I’ve never felt pleasure like this.
Wetness begins to seep down my thighs, squirting out of me, my hole beating as though to music.
Everything is on fire.
My toes curl.
Everything tingles and sparkles and I don’t know if I can take it much longer. It’s so intense. It feels like I’m dying and being born again right now, at this moment, with a man who should be a stranger but never can be after this.
“Good slut—my slut.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” I cry, the panties falling from my mouth.
He hardens his tongue and slides it right into my hole.
I’m shocked at how easily he slides inside of me until my hole is stretched around his tongue and he’s fucking me with it.
I thought the orgasm was nearing its end, but when I feel the tip of his tongue swirly hotly around inside of me, something punches into my belly, seizing me.
It’s like my womb is getting as tight as my hole, clawing onto her own portion of pleasure.
A wet release makes my legs squeeze together, everything tense and feeling very close, as though I could reach out and touch the orgasm if I wanted.
I buck and writhe against his face, the flame-hot tip of his tongue dancing around inside of me, searing, scorching, tempting.
My eyes get blur with tears and I cry out. I can’t help it.
“Kristian,” I moan. “Oh, God, fuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”
Finally, it settles down, my body trembling a few times with the aftershocks of the orgasm. I collapse against the table and then I’m floating, clear of the floor.
I’m in Kristian’s arms, I realize.
He loops one arm under my knees and the other behind my head, cradling me to his chest as though I weigh nothing.
I stare up at him, his lips glistening with what he just gave me, with what I just gave him.
“Taste yourself,” he snarls. “Taste how sweet you are.”
He crushes his lips against mine – his pussy soaked lips – and I feel my heart thumping in triumph because I can feel how much this turns him on, to kiss me after what we just did.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gasping into the kiss, writhing against him.
“Now say it,” he smirks, breaking off the kiss, staring deep into my eyes. “And mean it.”
I’m confused for a moment, fuzzy from the double orgasm.
But then I remember.
“I’m beautiful, Kristian,” I say.
And I mean it.
He smirks even wider, kissing me with surprising tenderness on the forehead.