Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Then I felt the backs of his fingers moving slowly up the outside of my thigh, splitting my attention from what he was doing with his mouth to what he was doing with his hands.
I didn’t know what to focus on, so I kept my eyes closed and just felt.
“You smell good,” he said when his nose came to hover just over the top of my sex.
His hand circled around the outside of my thigh, then his arm hooked around it and pulled out, spreading me even wider.
His hand came to a rest just at the top of my sex, two fingers spreading the lips of my sex wide, and exposed my clit to his gaze.
“I bet you taste good, too.”
Then he dipped his head forward and brushed the softest of kisses against the top of my clit.
It was only the barest of touches, but it was enough to cause my hips to jerk off the bed.
I’d never been touched by a man when it didn’t involve clothing covering the majority of my body.
Never once had anyone but me touched myself there. Not in all my thirty years.
I was a complete and utter loner, and I found a chicken’s company way more exciting than a human being’s.
What Evander didn’t know was that this—me being here, naked with him—was huge for me.
I was a massive loser who couldn’t work up the courage to talk to a male gas station attendant, let alone a man who I would consider sleeping with.
But Evander made it easy.
He made it good.
He made it feel right.
I moaned out a sound that might’ve been some sort of word, but it came out sounding garbled and incoherent.
It was obviously something to Evander, though, because he leaned forward and took a swipe at my clit—this time with his tongue.
I bit down hard on my lip, trying to remain still while also feeling every single sensation that rushed through me at the rate of a million miles a second.
And when his lips slid down the lips of my sex, trailing down the center of me with just his tongue, I hissed in surprise.
I had no clue that it could feel that good.
I had no clue that anything could feel that good.
Had I known…
That thought came and went as I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to bury my fingers in Evander’s hair.
“I’m close,” I panted, my hips now moving on their own volition.
He growled at me, then buried his face in my sex as he also buried his tongue inside of me.
I saw stars.
I also felt like I was on fire.
My thighs were trembling, my hips grinding against his face, and I was fairly sure that my heart was going to beat right the fuck out of my chest.
My hips were moving in time to his mouth, up and down and side-to-side.
But then his free hand smoothed up the back of my thigh and then skimmed over my sex, working me along with his mouth.
And then those talented fingers of his found me there—right where I needed something inside of me almost as much as I wanted my next breath.
The moment those fingers eased inside, I started to convulse.
My pussy clenched. My body bowed. My knees clamped down on his head like I was trying to crack a walnut with them.
And did I mention that I screamed?
I was an embarrassment to all of womankind.
All it took was minimal effort on his part, and I was putty in his hands.
If he asked for anything at that moment, I’d give it to him.
Why?
Because of orgasms.
Because I fucking loved him.
Oh, God!
I fucking loved him!
Before I could process much more than that, he was up on his knees, and I was up on mine.
He’d moved so fast!
One second I was on my back, staring at the ceiling, panting.
And the next I was bringing my knees up under me, and he was pushing inside of me.
I froze, half way up on my hands, as I waited for the pain.
And there was some, but not nearly as much as I would’ve expected.
But then he started to feed more into me, and I whimpered at the fullness.
I dropped down to my forearms and lowered my head to my fisted hands, saying a spontaneous prayer that I could take him.
He hadn’t been lying.
He was big.
Bigger than the small vibrator I’d gotten off of Amazon three years ago. Bigger than the cucumber I’d once decided to play with when I was sixteen.
I wasn’t a beginner when it came to dicks. I’d seen them before—in porn.
But Evander’s was awfully big, and I wasn’t going to lie about it being intimidating, because it was.
“Relax,” he murmured, smoothing one large palm down my spine to settle on the small of my back.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, sinking further into the mattress below me as I tried to will my vagina to allow him entrance.