Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
When I release my grip on her hip, she falls forward on shaky legs and throws her arms around my neck. I slide my finger along her bottom lip, forcing her to taste herself, and then I suck her juices from her skin.
“I’m not done with you, Queen.”
A fire burns behind her blue irises, and her heat sweeps over my skin. Patience is a virtue I have, one of the few I actually possess. Before I make her come with my cock, I want to taste and feel every inch of her, leaving no place uncharted. Harley thinks I’m a manwhore who only takes what he wants. But there’s a reason why women want more, a reason they can never get enough. I’m a good lover with a big cock and a mouth that was made to give orgasms.
“Pull up your dress,” I order as I drop to my knees in front of her.
Harley’s panties are soaked through and barely covering her pussy. I consider taking them off, but instead, I lift her right leg and throw it over my shoulder. My mouth hovers over the thin lace, and I breathe softly, peeking up at her as she shivers. I haven’t even touched her yet, and she looks like she’s seconds away from begging me to come again. She fists my hair in her hand, and I kiss my way up her thigh, slow and steady.
“Patience, Queen,” I say against her pussy, and she lets out an excited whimper.
“Don’t make me beg, Nate.”
“I would love to watch you beg,” I challenge with a playful smirk.
Clutching her thigh, I have to hold her in place when I shove my tongue between her slick folds over the top of the fabric. In and out, I slide my tongue deeper and deeper, tasting her sweetness through her panties. My tongue glides over her clit, and I lick her like she’s my last meal, driving her wild with the friction her panties create. Never one for patience, Harley peels back the layer between us and pushes my head until my tongue is between her folds again. This time, we have no barriers, nothing to stop me from sucking her pussy dry.
Cupping her ass with both hands, I breathe her in, devouring her like a hungry beast. She smells and tastes better than I had imagined. None of my dirty thoughts over the years have done her justice. And those moans that fall from her plump lips…
Fuck. Me. I’m. Dead.
So. Fucking. Done.
Harley moans my name, tugging on her dress like she can’t stand to have the fabric on her body. I love seeing her carnal side come out to play with me. She massages her breast, staring down at me as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. A soft purr escapes her lips.
I reach up with my free hand and twist her nipple between my fingers. Licking her front to back, in soft tentative motions, I feel her tremble once more. Her pussy clenches when I dart my tongue inside her, making sure to hit her sensitive spot. Guaranteeing her next orgasm rocks through her like a hurricane. And it does.
After she comes in my mouth, on my tongue, imprinting her scent on me, I lick my lips to get every last drop of her juices. I glance up at my future wife, wondering how I made it this long without her in my life. Wishing we hadn’t wasted so many years apart. We should have spent our nights in high school kissing under the stars and making out on the couch in our treehouse.
“Just so you know,” I say as I rise to my full height, my mouth now inches from hers. “This arrangement isn’t temporary.”
She shoves her dress down her thighs and frowns. “Oh? And why is that?”
“Because I never had any intention of letting you go.”
Harley gasps at my confession. I expect her to challenge me, but as usual, she surprises me. She grips the waistband of my pants and pulls me closer. Seconds later, she has the zipper down and my cock in her hand. It swells when she wraps her fingers around my shaft. The tip looks angry and slightly purple. Licking her lips, Harley stares down at my cock, giving me a few soft strokes that make my legs shake.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I whisper, pressing my palm to the door to regain my balance.
As if her hand on my cock didn’t feel good enough, she reaches between her legs and wets her fingers. She coats her fingers several times, sliding her hand up and down my shaft until it’s slick with her juices. Never in a million years would I have expected this from Harley. Where did my good girl go? Have I corrupted her already?
“Fuck. Me.” I grunt the words as she quickens her pace, stroking my cock like her life depends on it. “Damn, Harley. If you’re even half as good with your mouth as you are with your hands, I’ll nut faster than a teenage boy jerking it to his daddy’s porn stash.”