Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
My feet were off the floor, and Thatcher began to move with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist before remembering how wet I was. I didn’t want him to feel it—or God help me—make his shirt damp. I was careful not to lock them and kept my hips back just enough so that his clothing was safe.
We entered my room, and then he went over and tossed me down on the bed. I bounced once before he grabbed my skirt and unzipped it, then jerked it down my legs. His eyes went to my panties, and he licked his lips before taking them down my legs slowly, stopping at my boots to pull each of them off before stripping me bare.
I was naked on my bed with Thatcher Shephard above me. My panties were still in his hand, and I felt my entire body flush as he inspected them. When he brought them to his nose and inhaled, I was sure I would die. Right here. From humiliation.
“Fuuuck, little doll. These panties are soaked,” he said in a husky voice that sounded pleased. “You got a real needy pussy.”
Yes, when he was around, it went into overdrive.
He grabbed my knees and shoved them open. I’d never been more thankful to Esther in my life than right now. The pleased gleam in Thatcher’s gaze as he stared down at my very smoothly waxed area made all the pain so very worth it. I hadn’t done it, thinking this would be the man to see it, but somehow, fate had thrown me a fantasy.
I trembled as he reached between my thighs and then ran a finger over my swollen, wet lips. “That’s soft,” he murmured. “Real soft. Like silk.”
I bit my lip harder to keep from begging. I couldn’t stop the uncontrollable shivering I was doing, waiting for more.
“Is this cunt still untouched?” he asked.
Yes, dammit! If he left me like this, would I survive it?
Afraid to say anything, I stared at him. I wanted him. Even if I was a boring virgin. He’d started this. I didn’t ask for it.
“It is,” he confirmed without me saying anything.
He moved back, and I opened my mouth to plead with him not to go when I realized he wasn’t leaving. His head lowered, and I let out a sharp cry as his tongue slid along my folds and began to flick and suck on my clit.
“Ohmigod,” I moaned, wanting to grab his head and hold him there.
I’d never known this kind of pleasure. I’d read about it, even watched it, but not once had I realized how deliriously amazing this felt. I thought I’d found euphoria.
“Mmm, fuck, baby, that’s a sweet pussy. Damn, I didn’t know pussies could taste like this,” he said in a thick voice, then began to slide a finger inside of me gently.
I’d only had my fingers in there, and his were much bigger. Not to mention thick and rough. That was … that—
Oh my good God! I could hear my own sounds. Panting, moaning, I was lost.
“That’s it,” he growled, licking at me harder. “Keep giving me that.”
I didn’t think I was giving him anything. He was clearly the one giving right now. I began to shake as he lapped at me while pumping a finger in and out of my hole.
“Ah fuck, that tastes good. More,” he demanded. “I want more of it.”
I began to feel frantic as he kept telling me he wanted more. My body shook, and every pleasure point on my body seemed to rush to the area between my legs at the same moment before the world burst, tossing me into complete rapture.
“Fuck, that’s it, little doll.” Thatcher’s voice sounded far away. It was as if I were floating away. He growled as his tongue continued, as if it was trying to get all of me. “Jesus Christ! I’m gonna need more of that. Sweet little virgin pussies aren’t supposed to squirt. Goddamn.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but I was slowly coming down off my high, and his head was still between my legs. My clit was overly sensitive now, and I tried to close my legs, but he held them open while he continued licking and even pressing kisses.
“Thatcher,” I gasped.
He lifted his eyes, and I tensed from the wild gleam.
“I want more,” he said in a hoarse voice.
A small sound came from me as the vibration from his words caused my vagina to spasm.
“I can’t,” I said on a shudder.
He didn’t let up, and his finger began sinking deeper, rubbing at a spot that sent new sensations igniting inside me.
“I need it, little doll. I need more of it. Squirt in my mouth again.”
The build came fast this time. I hadn’t been expecting it. My hips lifted from the bed, and I grabbed the back of his head, holding him there as my body convulsed with an uncontrolled hysteria. I could hear Thatcher’s words, but not make them out. I just knew I needed to hold him there as I rode wave after wave of this sheer bliss I never wanted to come down from.