Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
The air left her in a gush when he went back to licking her pussy, and then dragged his tongue right down her center and latched onto her clit. She was going to come, and really damn hard too. It was when he dragged his teeth gently across the bundle of nerves that she bit her lip until she tasted blood and moaned out her climax.
Never once did he stop tormenting her until she sagged on the counter and panted for breath.
“So good, Naggie. Christ, so fucking good.” The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his face, and devoured her like he was starving had gush after gush of moisture leaving her as she continued to come. Finally, he pulled back from her, but only enough to spear a finger into her pussy.
A gasp left her when he pumped that digit in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He withdrew but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger, pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her bottom. He finger-fucked her ass and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs. At the first touch of his thumb teasing her oversensitive clit, she tensed and felt another orgasm approach.
Booshie was methodical and precise as he worked her at both ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand and coming again so hard lights flashed before her eyes and a strangled moan left her. When he stood and smoothed his hands up her outer thighs, she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was flipped back around, and in one easy move, he had her lifted on the counter with her ass hanging over the edge.
Her legs were spread wide, and when he moved his wide shoulders between them, all she could think about was him shoving that hardness into her.
“You smell so good.” He lowered his stare to between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?” He smirked but didn’t take his eyes off her pussy. The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was hold on and let him take control.
Booshie gripped her hips and jerked her forward until she was perilously close to falling off the counter, but he held her tightly.
“You were made for me.” Before she knew what he was doing, he had her in his arms and was striding to the chair at her station.
Now that he was seated with her straddling his waist, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Naggie could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching for him despite just climaxing.
She looked down, realized he already sheathed himself in a condom, but wasn’t at all surprised. He was stealthy in everything he did. He was hard beneath her ass, so thick and long that she could feel every part of his dick. A man like Booshie was feral and carnal, and there was no lovemaking or sweet words that would come from him, not when it concerned sex. She had known how dangerous he was when she had seen him all those months ago for the first time, but she hadn’t known what she was dealing with until Friday night.
He was raw and rough, weathered and intimidating.
“Look at you.” He roamed her face with his gaze, and he settled his stare on her mouth. She felt his cock jerk under her ass. “So fucking irresistible.” He said that under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. “Yet you give me everything I want.” He snapped his gaze up to hers. Before she could say anything, even if she could have formed any intelligent words at that moment, he speared his hand behind her head and wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck.
He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took full possession of her with just that one kiss. The flavor of everything that was Booshie mixed with her musky arousal was an aphrodisiac like no other. When she went to wrap her hands around his neck, he groaned low in his throat and moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her back. He secured her wrists at the base of her spine with one of his hands, held her tight, and used that leverage to pull her upper body back.
The position was slightly uncomfortable, but she saw how it angled her pelvis more toward his crotch, and she knew he had her right where he wanted her.
“Booshie,” she breathed, and he slowly lifted his gaze to her face. He only used one arm to support her body, and it was that one hand holding her wrists at her lower back that kept her from falling onto the ground.