Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” she begs when the fit is tight.
The walls of her vagina clench around me, making it seem as if I’m forcing my way in instead of being welcomed without pain.
The thought fucks with my head more than a malfunctioning cock.
I almost retreat until the sheer pleasure in Octavia’s voice convinces me she isn’t in any pain. “It feels sooo good. I swear to you, it isn’t painful.” She rolls her hips so her clit grinds against my palm. “Oh… God. Oh…”
“There? Does it feel good there?” I ask after adjusting the curl of my fingertips.
Although I’m not overly experienced with certain aspects of sexual activities, pleasing a woman with my fingers and mouth has never been an issue. I got them off without a worry. It was only when they tried to repay the favor that we faced issues.
That isn’t a problem with Octavia, though. I’m so fucking horny, I am seconds from blowing my load in my pants. That’s how much she turns me on. I feel like a teenage boy with nothing but the next hookup on his mind.
“What now?” I need her to guide the pace, or I’m going to tug her panties to her ankles, line up with her entrance, then drive home. Although confident her face alone will keep me hard for years to come, I’m so fucking desperate to have her heat wrapped around me once more, I’m growing impatient.
“Eat me,” Octavia blurts out before the quickest flash of unease darts through her eyes. “Sorry. I can be kind of crude when horny.”
“No, you’re not,” I reply before pushing back on her shoulder with the hand not wedged between her legs. “But I should be. I bartered to eat first, yet I made you wait.”
When her back becomes one with the fluffy duvet covering the mattress, I push up her dress’s hem until her red, lacy thong is fully exposed. “Jesus fucking Christ. These better be for me.” I stuff my finger between the elastic waistband and her feverish skin before carefully prying it away. “Just the thought of another man seeing you like this…” A rough growl finalizes my statement. “Tell me you wore them for me, Octavia. Save me going on a hunt for an invisible man when that invisible man is me.”
My eyes snap from her racy number to her face when she mutters, “I wore them for you.”
I want to bang my chest. I want to shout from the rooftops that I got the girl and the millions, but instead of doing either of those things, I thank her by dragging her panties down her quivering thighs, spreading her thighs the width of my shoulders, then sucking her clit into my mouth.
The first spear of my tongue between her pussy lips has my head drunk on lust. Her taste is the equivalent of a bottle of expensive whiskey. It has me giddy and legless after only the quickest sample.
I lick her pussy, tease her clit with my tongue, and have her screaming my name in no time.
Then I do it again before the high of her arousal on my tongue gets close to vanishing.
When I crawl up her spent body, kissing and licking with every inch I cover, Octavia’s eyes slowly flutter open before locking with mine. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is damp at the roots, and nothing but unbridled lust is beaming from her hooded eyes.
“What now?” I mutter against the jiggly globes of flesh on her chest before circling my tongue around her budded nipple.
Her hot breaths float across my cheek when she murmurs, “Fuck me.”
My lips raise against her goosebump-riddled skin before I give her nipple one final graze with my teeth, then I try to scoot back to the end of the bed so I can remove my clothing. I say ‘try’ because Octavia’s impatience for skin-to-skin friction is more bursting than mine. In a quick yank, tug, and pull maneuver, she tosses my belt across the room, lowers the zipper of my trousers, pulls the rigid material over my ass, then commences ripping at my shirt with so much intensity, she pops more than a handful of buttons.
Since I am as impatient as her, her delectable backside is scooped off the mattress, and the head of my cock is knocking at the entrance of her pussy before I realize I’m not sheathed. Then I remember condoms aren’t needed with Octavia.
With a tight ring of plastic not hugging the base of my cock, I widen the spread of Octavia’s thighs, gather her hands together, pin them above her head, then line up with the entrance of her pussy. “Are you—”
“Yes,” she interrupts before she digs her heels into my ass and nudges me forward. Her breathless grunt switches to a moan when her impatience sees the first three inches of my cock ramming into her without preparation. “That shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but my God, it feels…”