Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Touch me.” She’s peeling off her jacket and the sweater underneath, and I’m happy to help. She’s one gift I’ll never get tired of unwrapping. Once she’s down to her bra, it’s my turn, and I waste no time chucking my jacket and sweater before pulling her close again.
Now, nothing but hunger, desire, and heat builds between us. The heat from the fire is nothing compared to what’s blazing in me as I lay her down on the thick rug. For a moment, all I can do is stare down at her perfection and wonder what I did to get so lucky. We’ve been through so much over the years. Who knew this was where we would be now?
Her bra clasps in the front, and I unhook it before lowering myself on top of her and taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She threads her fingers through my hair, holding me down so I can lavish her. And I do, lapping at her like an ice cream cone while working on getting her pants off. She lifts her hips, letting me lower them along with her leggings and the thong underneath them. I cup her pussy with one hand, and she gasps, arching her back, spreading her legs wider, and inviting me between them.
It’s more than my constant craving for her that has me kissing my way down her body until I reach her swollen, slick lips. It’s being able to relate to her need to forget. Just for a little while, she wants to lose herself in pleasure, to stop thinking and worrying in favor of feeling. That’s what I have in mind when I run my tongue along her slit before pressing harder, sliding between her lips, and thrusting my tongue into her quivering channel.
“Oh god, yes…” She rocks her hips, fucking herself on my tongue and coating it with her sweet nectar.
I watch her, drinking in the sight of her abandon. Eyes closed, lips parted, and her head rolling from side to side. I replace my tongue with my fingers, sliding two of them inside her so I can feast on her clit.
“That’s right,” she whispers, jerking her hips. “So good. You’re so good to me.” I respond by hooking my fingers, massaging her G-spot while sucking on her little bud. She moves like a wave, undulating, tits heaving with each labored breath. She starts tightening around my fingers, and I increase the pressure from them and my lips, flicking the tip of my tongue against the bundle of nerves under it.
She lets out a broken cry, “Oh fuck! Quinton.” Her hips shoot up off the floor, her thighs squeezing my head like a melon. Nothing will ever top the satisfaction of knowing I was the one to do this to her, to make her call my name over and over as she rides out her release. By the time she’s finished, my palm is slick with her release. My impulse is to lick it up, but instead, I pull out my cock and rub her over my shaft until it glistens.
I find her watching me through half-lidded eyes, her face flushed, and her breathing still ragged and uneven. “Something about that is really hot,” she admits in a whisper.
“Why don’t you taste yourself on me?”
She sits up and replaces my hand with hers, stroking me slowly, teasing me, and brushing her tongue against my swollen cock head until I moan helplessly. “Take me into your wet mouth,” I groan, taking her by the back of the head. “Take it deep.”
Our eyes meet for an instant before she takes me between her lips; the unspoken trust that passes between us is what brings us closer. She closes her lips around me and sinks down, down, drawing me deeper. It’s bliss, especially when she cups my balls with one hand and massages them while her head bobs up and down. She knows just how I like it, too, twisting her head from side to side, running her tongue up and down my shaft, sucking a little harder on the head before plunging back down again.
“So fucking good,” I groan, thrusting until I hit the back of her throat. “I could fuck your mouth forever and watch the cum drip out the sides. I could lick your fucking tears off your cheeks, the salt tang only making me harder.” My words egg her on, and she takes me eagerly, slurping on my shaft. Her moans reverberate through me until the familiar tingling begins to build, and I have to pull out, leaving a string of saliva connecting us before she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
I stroke her hair, loving her and wanting to split her open with my cock in equal measure. “Ride me, baby.” We switch places, with me stretching out in front of the fire before she straddles me, wasting no time impaling herself on my cock.