Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Mateo,” she whimpers, sounding surprised. Eager. “Oh. Oh my gosh. Oh my God.”
I growl when her fingers tangle themselves in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips grinding upward, her thighs struggling to stay still. I’m convinced her pussy carries the nectar of the gods because I’m drunk on it within seconds, almost delirious, trying to lap up every single drop and use it to lubricate her delicate clit. Make it swell with quick strokes. Make it swell until she’s writhing on the ground, liquid arousal dripping down my chin, her ass in my hands so I can lift her up and eat her like a fucking meal. Jesus, Jesus, she isn’t real. She’s too delicious, too addicting. I’m mashing my face and tongue and chin into her, something holding me back from fucking her with my fingers, though. I can’t. I can’t breach something so divine when I’ve been dishonest with her. Otherwise, I’d deserve to be shot.
“Oh, my goodness, I don’t feel…I don’t feel normal,” she cries out. “It’s p-p-pulsing. And my tummy is twisting all the way down…there. Mateo, I can’t stop it!”
“You’re going to come, sweetheart.” I slap her pussy lightly, one, two, three, while I’m talking, moisture splashing every which way. “That’s what happens when you’re a good girl and you open your thighs for my tongue.”
“I…I…” A sob wracks her body and she falls back, undulating her hips. “Mateo!”
My chin brushes something hard and I remember…
The butt plug.
Pace put it there. A diamond-encrusted magnolia flower peeks out between the cheeks of her sweet ass—and I spit on it, devastating jealousy roaring through me, toppling mountains and making me forget the untruths I’ve been feeding her. There’s only possessiveness. Ownership. Mine. My pussy, my ass, my girl. That’s the end of it. So why does the memory of him putting it in place make me harder? It has to be a side effect of licking her.
“I watched that bastard Pace put this inside you. Believe me, Magnolia, he’s not a brother to you. No brother prepares this far in advance to take a girl in the ass, if he thinks of her like a sister.” I lap her clit roughly, her thighs beginning to tremble, her sweet breath catching. “Can’t wait to tell him I made you cream first.”
I suck on her clit lightly, then with more strength as she starts to launch into a climax. Her back arches off the ground, her closed mouth screams filling the tent while I dive in again, again, again, dragging my tongue through her sopping wet valley, my thumbs digging into her inner thighs, using my chin to push, push, push the plug into her back entrance, earning me a violent twist of my hair and a full body quake from Magnolia.
“Goddamn, that is delicious,” I moan, ripping down the zipper of my pants, no longer recognizing myself. I’m an animal. She has turned me into a complete animal, all trace of chivalry evaporated from my body. I’m driven by possessiveness and hunger so fierce, there is no holding back. “Close your eyes and stick out your tongue, little girl. I’m going to bust all over your beautiful fucking face.”
I fist my cock and lunge into a kneeling position above Magnolia, raining down white stripes of ejaculate on her cheeks, her chin, her hair, her pink tongue.
“That’s a good girl, that’s a very good girl,” I growl through my teeth. “This is my reward for not raw dogging that virgin pussy on the motherfucking ground. I get to paint your eyelids with come. Lick it off your cock tease mouth and tell me it tastes good.”
“It tastes so good,” she whispers, doing as she’s told, colleting my jizz from her bottom lip and sliding it into her mouth, gulping, her eyes a little dazed. “Yummy.”
“Uhhhhhnn!” A new, intense wave of pleasure grips me and I let out another spurt across her throat, beastly sounds coming out of my mouth that have never belonged to me before. “Mine. You are mine now.”
Slowly, her expression begins to clear.
Little by little, panic clouds her eyes.
“You…you said you saw Pace touch me.” She scrambles up onto her elbows. “You’re not watching birds. You’ve b-been watching us.” Whimpering nervously, she pulls her panties and shorts back on, trembling all the while. “Who are you?”
I hold out my hands in a calming gesture, but my heart is going off in loud booms, grenades detonating in my ears. The trust she gave me is slipping away quickly and I hate that. I loathe it with every ounce of my being. “I’m Mateo, Magnolia.” You know me. Deep down, you know me with your very soul. “Please just let me explain—”
“No.” She stands up, frantically searching for the zipper of the tent. “You want to keep me locked up, too. Just like them!”