Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
But I can’t say I’m surprised to find that everything about her rings all of my bells. Any woman who can hold my interest the way she has outside of the bedroom has got to be my one of a kind. She looked just a little bit scared when I placed her on my bed, and even that made my dick harder. I was doing my best to keep her attention away from beneath my belt though she has a warped fascination with my dick and isn’t shy about it.
The humor I usually find in her comments about stuffed socks and nerds was pushed aside by the more imminent need I had to get inside her. I gritted my teeth when my eyes fell on the pinpoints of her nipples as they pushed against her shirt through her bra that was obviously no barrier to her arousal.
My hands shook when I reached for her because I was afraid, so afraid that I would lose control, but I had to see, had to know if her reaction was a one-off and if I had indeed found the real deal, the one woman I was sure was meant for me. All week I’ve been telling myself that it was too easy, that she came to me too easy, like a ripe plum just falling into my grasp out of nowhere and completely unexpected.
I looked into her eyes to gauge her fear because as much as I wanted this, as hard as my cock was for her, my heart wouldn’t allow me to hurt her in even the smallest way. You’ll have a whole lifetime Jare, take your time. Don’t scare her. Surprisingly that little pep talk was enough to have me throttling back, and I was able, after a few deep breaths, to lay down beside her without pouncing the way I was dying to.
“Are you afraid of me?” I had to ask so that I could waylay her fears, she won’t enjoy this otherwise, and I very much wanted, no needed her to find pleasure in what we were about to share, or she’d never let me near her again. She shook her head no, and I breathed a little bit easier.
I started to warn her that I was going to undress her but changed my mind. No need to add to the panic she was fighting so hard to control. Instead, I lowered my head and sealed her lips with mine while my fingers found the zipper to her jeans. I moved slowly though it was killing me to do so, and by the time I left her lips and made my way down her chest, I had her shirt off and her bra open.
I didn’t give her time to think; we’d been this far before, with my mouth trailing kisses on her warm flesh, except I’ve never stripped her bare before. She was a masterpiece, a work of art, with everything just the way I liked. Her neat waist that led to slightly flared hips and her orange-sized breasts that were firm and erect on her chest just begging for my tongue.
“I’m going to try something, don’t be afraid.” I cupped her pussy hard in my hand and drew her tongue into my mouth. She’d tensed up at my words, but when I drove my fingers into her hard and nipped her lip with my teeth, she creamed all over my hand. “Oh, fuck! Again!” my voice sounded foreign to my ears.
My heart thundered in my chest when I drew out my fingers, this time looking into her eyes as I slammed my fingers back home. She bucked and arched off the bed with her head thrown back into the pillow and screamed as her hips moved wildly. I was torn between wanting to see her reaction and the need to taste her.
Need won that round, and I dove in between her spread thighs, dragged my fingers against her cunt walls as I pulled them from her, and lifted her ass in both hands, bringing her weeping pussy up to my mouth.
On a whim, I eased one of my fingers that was wet with her juices into her tight ass as I fucked her with my tongue, and she went wild. Her pussy’s taste was unlike any other. I’ve had my fingers in her, had teased her by dry humping her on the couch a time or two, but I’ve never allowed myself to eat her out because I knew that if I went there, I’d end up fucking her. Now I regret not doing this shit sooner.
Maybe it’s a virgin thing, but her pussy tasted fresh as fuck, and there was a hint of something fruity mixed in with her natural essence. I didn’t feel the sting from her fingers tugging at my hair, and I didn’t need to worry about the workers on the floors beneath us hearing her wild cries since my place was soundproof, but each syllable went through me like a shot.