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)
After snapping off my condom, knotting it, and dumping it on the bedside table, I once again position myself between Octavia’s legs. This time, I take my time exploring and examining her. Her pussy lips are swollen, and her labia is a little more red than pink, but other than that, it is the most gloriously satisfying visual. She smells delicious, and the way her breasts rise and fall as she peers down at me between her legs is an image I could savor time and time again.
“Are you sore?” When she shakes her head, I test the sensitivity of her clit by rubbing my thumb over it. My briefest touch sweeps her legs open more and adds to the shimmer on her pussy lips. “What about here?” While watching her face, I dip my thumb inside her before slowly dragging it back out. “Are you sore here?”
“No.” Her one word sounds like a sentence since it is delivered with a husky moan that’s quickly followed by my name. “Jack…”
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
Only an hour ago, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to say that. I’ve built an empire of impeccable wealth, won People magazine’s Bachelor of the Year contest twice, and am toted as one of the most successful men of modern times, but my personal accomplishments are far less stellar.
I thought parts of me were broken beyond repair.
Then I spotted Octavia.
Now the world is my oyster.
When I scoot down the bed, a spark of electricity jolts up my legs and surges toward my balls. I’m hard again in an instant, and the revelation is shocking.
As I bring my mouth down close to Octavia’s fragrant-smelling pussy, I rock against the mattress to make sure I’m not misreading the prompts of my body. The springs I’m certain my back will complain about in the morning feel good when they dig into my stiffened shaft. It’s a painful encounter that ensures my focus will remain on pleasing Octavia instead of taking advantage of a second hard-on in a matter of minutes.
“Watch me, Tivy.” I don’t know why I use her nickname. I guess it feels too casual for stuffy salutations. It is why I introduced myself as Jack. Tonight, I’m not a media mogul of a billionaire entity. I am Jack, a once New Jersey teen who wanted to play minor league baseball and participate in a hot dog eating contest until he hurled.
When Octavia’s lust-crammed eyes drop to mine, mine silently plead for permission to ravish her. To take her to the brink. To force her to scream my name over and over again until I can no longer hear the whimpers of my past that usually surface right around now.
I want her to come on my face.
“Please, Jack… please.”
Her last plea barely leaves her mouth when I probe my tongue between the slick flesh at the top of her thighs. I push it deep inside her, growling when I recognize the reason for the different texture of her slickness. It’s mixed with the powder on the latex condom we used.
“Are you on the pill, Octavia?” I ask after my tongue flicks her swollen clit.
Her pussy grinds against my mouth before the briefest, “Yes,” falls from her lips.
Her hip bucks turn relentless when I murmur against her heated skin, “Good, because the next time I do this, I want to feel my cum inside you, between my fingers, and against my lips. I want to watch it flowing out of you before pushing it back deep inside you.”
“Oh…” Anything she says next is garbled by long, heated screams. She moans nonstop while her limbs shake through a ferocious orgasm. “I’m… I’m… I’m…”
As she violently convulses, I push two fingers inside her and curl them upward before hitting her clit with back-to-back rapid-fire hits with my tongue. It lengthens her orgasm, pushing her moans to a point I have no doubt the shady men outside her apartment building can hear.
The knowledge should have me lessening the furling movements of my fingers and swivels of my tongue but try as I may, I need Octavia’s screams more than my lungs need their next breath.
“Again,” I murmur against her hot, slicked skin when her thrashes simmer from a full-blown body quake to a soft shake.
“No.” Shiny blonde locks stick to her temples when she shakes her head. “I can’t. No more. I’m done.”
“One more, then we’ll shower together and get some shut-eye before doing it all again tomorrow.”
“Ohh…” I don’t know what gets me over the line. The quickening of my pumps or my confession that I’m not planning to leave any time soon. Whatever it is, my hips rock into the mattress in rhythm to the slow, steady pace Octavia uses as she fucks my face. “One more. Then we shower, sleep, I’ll cook for you, then we’ll go for round two.” Heat rolls through me, thickening my cock even more when she locks her lust-crammed eyes with mine, then murmurs, “Deal?”