Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I reach out, my finger gliding over her nipple. It’s tight and hard with desire, swollen to the size of a fucking dime and the color is a dusky brown hue that deepens in the center and then slowly fades so that the nipple itself is more a dusty rose in color. I don’t think I’ve seen that before, or to be honest, I don’t think I’ve cared enough to notice. It matters with Rory, because it’s just another piece of her. A piece I find as beautiful as the light freckles that dot across those tits and then down her stomach. I didn’t know you could get freckles there. They’re pale, almost too pale to see, but they’re there and they are sweet. I make up my mind that I’m going to kiss them. Every. Fucking. One.
I pinch her nipple, pulling on it, my gaze losing sight of her for a minute and getting lost in the way her nipple reacts to my fingers. It contracts as I let it go, and feels harder as I latch on again and pull it towards me—not far, but enough that it drags a loud whimper from her. My gaze shifts to take in her face. Her eyes are closed, her lashes fanning against the ivory skin under her eyes and her mouth opens with a sweet moan rolling out on the heels of her whimper.
“Come here,” I order, my order more like a barking demand. I can’t wait any longer.
Her eyes snap open. “I… I wasn’t done, Noah,” she says quietly, her face soft and somehow her eyes are brighter.
“Give you that later,” I concede. “Now you’re going to climb up on my lap and take me inside that pussy, Gorgeous.”
Her lips move to form the perfect “O”. Then she gets up off her knees and she stares down at my lap, as if she’s trying to figure out exactly what to do. I reach up, tagging the little lace panties she somehow still has on. They’re cute, definitely inviting a man while teasing him at the same time. They are also in my way and I take both hands and rip the thin straps on each side of her hips, simultaneously. I hear her gasp and I find myself smiling. Then, I bring the panties to my nose inhaling the feminine musk that is Rory along with the damp evidence of her desire. Jesus she even smells delicious. I have to have a taste of her.
“Oh my God,” she mutters as I inhale. I pull them away, letting them fall to the floor and when I look up at her surprised face, I find myself smiling again. This time I do it while grabbing hold of her hips and guiding her so that she’s spread over me, one leg on each of my thighs. I apply enough pressure so that she has to remain kneeling, not letting her sit. My fingers bite into the sweet flesh of her ass and my thumbs press against her leg, just mere centimeters from her pussy.
She’s bare. I had asked her if she shaved, but she doesn’t shave. She’s bare in a way that I know Rory waxes. The lips of her pussy are glistening, wet with desire. She got this wet just from sucking me and what little I played with her tits. I’m willing to bet that cunt of hers is dripping for me.
This time I hold her gaze, her eyes dilate as I flatten out my tongue and I never lose those beautiful eyes of hers as I lick her sweet juice from her lips.
“Oh shit,” she hisses, her body quaking above me.
That would make me smile yet again, but with the taste of her pussy on my tongue, that’s not possible. It’s too good. Too fucking good. I go back for seconds, but this time, my tongue pushing through the lips of her pussy to expose the hidden treasure inside and this time it’s not just a taste of her I get, it’s everything. I was right, she was dripping for me, she’s also so aroused the walls of her pussy are contracting, throbbing in time to her pulse.
I guide her closer, and I don’t do this gentle. I want her sitting on my face, riding the fuck out of me. She stumbles, I can’t see, because my eyes are full of Rory’s delicious pussy, but I can tell by the way my body takes her weight. She jerks, trying to move, but I tighten my hold on her, pulling her down where I want her. At the same time, I lie back, taking her with me. She cries out, and I hear her hands slap against the soft mattress. I adjust her so her knees are bent into the bed, which means she’s now straddling my face and that means she’s exactly where I want her.