Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She laughed, throwing her head back as she did.
A loud bang had my gaze turning to look over my shoulder, and what I saw had my eyes narrowing.
“That the neighbor?” I asked, all playfulness gone from my voice.
What was left was annoyance at the fucker for ruining my high.
“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Creepy, huh?”
“Annoying is more like it,” I grumbled, pushing her backwards until she passed over the threshold.
She went willingly, keeping her hands around my neck as I kicked the door closed with my foot.
My hand still rested on her ass, and she laughed when my fingers sank a little closer to where they really wanted to be buried.
“Donut’s first,” she ordered.
“Okay,” I let her go.
Walking to the kitchen, I put down everything, making sure my hands were free.
Then I turned around and ripped my shirt free of her body.
She gasped, her arms going up automatically, as I pulled it up and over her head.
“What the hell?” She gasped.
I grinned.
“We can eat first, as long as I get to watch that pretty body of yours as we do,” I jiggled her boob for emphasis.
She rolled her eyes and walked to the table, grabbed the donuts, and sat down on the couch with them.
Then she leaned forward and placed the box on the coffee table, causing her breasts to press into her knees, completely covering everything good, but giving me an erotic sight nonetheless.
Then she leaned back into the couch, a chocolate sprinkle donut in her hands.
My mouth went dry as I watched her take her first bite, uncaring of her nakedness.
I couldn’t tell what set me off the most, whether it was the moan that escaped her lips at the taste, or the way the chocolate, sprinkles and glaze started to fall all over her naked body.
My eyes went everywhere at once, taking in the turgid peaks of her nipples, the way her soft belly lifted and sank with each breath.
My eyes zeroed in on the stitches that looked incredibly good considering it’d only been two days.
My gaze stopped on one lone sprinkle that’d fallen down her chest, rolled down her belly, and settled gently in the soft apex of her thighs, right above her slit.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, adjusting myself in my uniform pants.
She grinned.
“This seems kind of one sided,” she looked pointedly at my pants.
I dropped my bag of kolaches down onto the table next to the donuts and pulled my shirt up and over my head, curling my back forwards to ease it off.
She moaned at seeing my bare torso, and I grinned.
“What is it?” I teased.
She took another bite of her donut in answer.
More glaze and sprinkles, pink and brown, fell to her body, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut as I kicked off each shoe, one by one.
When I started on my pants, I heard her licking her fingers.
And I had to stop and open my eyes to look at her.
Yes, she was indeed sucking all the chocolate from her fingers.
“Fuck,” I shook my head.
“That all you’re able to articulate this early in the morning?” She teased.
I shrugged and shucked my pants, leaving my socks where they were, and then took a seat.
She looked pointedly at my cock that was sticking straight up in my lap, then grinned as she leaned forward and grabbed my bag for me.
Handing it over, she started in on her second donut as I started to down my first kolache.
I was on my second when she finished off her second donut, and then started in on the licking thing again.
“Jesus,” I froze, kolache part way to my mouth.
She looked at me innocently, being sure to lick one finger extra-long as she did.
“What?”
I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Dropping my food onto the table, I got to my knees beside her feet and started to slowly lick sprinkle after sprinkle off her body, finally stopping when my mouth met the small thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs, and that stupid pink sprinkle that’d been tormenting me for a good five minutes now.
“I haven’t finished yet,” she sounded slightly breathless.
I spread her thighs apart, and the sprinkle fell through, coming to a stop on the top of her clit.
“Oh, darn,” Masen said, her voice slightly higher than normal.
I grinned up at her, then dove down, burying my face into her pussy.
Masen’s sprinkle and glaze covered fingers dove into my hair, and I didn’t give one single shit.
I was too busy basking in the taste of the sweetness of her pussy to care about what she was doing to my hair.
“Oh, my God!” she screamed, her legs closing on my head.
I lifted my hands to run up the outside of her thighs, wrapping both hands around the backs of her knees and pushing them back apart.
“Stay,” I ordered, lifting my mouth from her heat.