Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
When I do, she lifts her hips, using her feet on my shoulders as leverage, and begins riding my face. I wasn’t expecting this, and it’s so fucking hot that I have to take hold of myself and stroke slowly because, god, the anticipation is killing me. I’m so hard, it hurts, and my swollen balls are aching to be emptied.
To be emptied into her. A pang of regret lances through me, but I push it aside in favor of working her clit with the slightest, lightest feather touch.
It turns out there’s only so much I can control here. Her body is a wire already tightened to the point where it’s ready to snap. It takes nothing to push her over the edge, and she falls over with a soft scream while her pussy twitches in time with every rapid beat of her heart. And every pulse sends fresh juice my way. I catch every drop, savoring her as my own excitement grows.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, her voice thick.
She wants to see God? I think I can arrange for that. Yet when I stand, prepared to work my way into her, she sits up.
“Can I do that for you?” The uncertainty in the question touches something deep inside me. She’s so innocent, unworldly, and eager to please.
And it’s yet another good sign, telling me I’m on the right track here. “If you’re sure,” I murmur, stroking myself in front of her face. She looks overwhelmed but also eager. “Here. Touch it.”
She closes her fingers around my shaft, and I close my eyes in response, thrilled even at her inexperienced touch. She mimics the way I stroked myself, twisting her hand slightly when she reaches the head.
“That’s good,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “Now, use your tongue. Go ahead. Don’t be scared—I’ll tell you what to do.”
“I’ve seen some of this before,” she whispers, and I could almost laugh at her innocence.
“Watching porn?” I tease, chuckling at the way she blushes. “Here’s a hint: bobbing up and down in a blur isn’t always the best way to go. You want to start out slow. And when the time comes, I’ll set the pace. Okay?”
She nods before touching her tongue to my head. I suck in a gasp, my teeth clenched, but I nod when she looks up at me. “That’s nice. Do that again.” And she does, then again, licking like she’s tasting a lollipop.
“Now, put it in your mouth. You don’t have to suck hard. Just apply a little pressure.” It’s so easy to get her to do what I want. She’s so determined to please me the way I’ve pleased her. It’s heady, powerful, and dangerous. I could get used to this. And I suppose I’ll have to.
What I don’t need is the feelings she stirs in me. How touched I am by her on a level much deeper than the physical. How proud I am of how she tries to take all of me at once, lowering her head until she gags. I only stroke her hair again, then take a handful and tug lightly.
“Let me,” I grunt, nearing the end of my control already. “Just hold steady.”
And then I move, thrusting my hips, fucking her face slowly at first, gently. But that’s not enough for long, especially when she lifts her eyes and meets mine, and the intensity of our connection deepens. Soon she is whimpering in surprise and confusion, but I don’t care. I want to do this. I need to do this. Even when her eyes water, threatening tears, it only makes me want to take her harder.
The threat of coming down her throat makes me pull out. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing hard. But there’s something in her eyes that wasn’t there before. Satisfaction? Maybe a sense of pride? I’m not deluded—I don’t think sucking my cock actually made her proud—but maybe it’s the fact that she took it so well.
“Lie back again,” I whisper, and this time I follow her, lowering myself until my body is draped over hers. Even though it’s clear she thinks I’m going to enter her now, I don’t, choosing instead to play with her again. With her tits, the sensitive skin of her throat, her thighs, her ass. I explore every inch of her, even her ankles and the soles of her feet, touching her until she groans in frustration every time I come close to her pussy without making contact.
“Please…” she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut, her face flushed, screwed up in concentration.
“Please, what?”
“Please, take me.” She pulls me closer. “Please, Enzo.”
Fuck, how could any man resist this? I know I’m not strong enough and don’t want to be. I want to give in to what I’ve wanted ever since I set eyes on her. To claim her, own her, make her scream my name.