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)
With my pants huddled around my knees and Octavia stroking me through my briefs, I waddle to the dining room table before adding as many smears of mousse to the back of her shirt as there are on the front. We make out on the mess, kissing and fondling as I wish we had in that muddy, poop-riddled field Saturday afternoon.
Once my impatience gets the better of me, splatters of cake flick into Octavia’s hair when I whip off her shirt before dropping my attention to her skirt. Since it’s already banded around her waist, I leave it where it is, but her panties must go. They’re hiding dessert from my eyes, and I’ve always been a man who grades presentation as highly as taste.
“Oh… God,” Octavia moans when I snap her panties off her body then drag her delectable ass until it hangs off the edge of the table.
As her hands shoot up to caress her jiggling breasts, I swivel her clit with gentle circles of my thumb. It doesn’t take many rotations for Octavia’s moans to switch from little whimpers to full-on begs. “Please… Jack. Please. Please. Please.” She swivels her hips, bringing her deliciously enticing cunt to within an inch of my face. “It’s time to return the favor. You need to eat me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I blow a hot breath over the sensitive skin before dragging the tip of my nose down the part in the middle. When her erotic smell has pre-cum leaking into the cotton material of my briefs, I stop holding back. In a quick drop-spear-lick maneuver, I burrow my head between Octavia’s legs, invade her greedy pussy with my tongue, then eat her for dessert. “Mmm,” I growl against her drenched pussy lips. “The best dessert I’ve ever eaten.”
She jerks violently when I run my tongue over her swollen clit. She’s super sensitive and at the point of begging, so instead of hitting the nervy bud with back-to-back flicks of my tongue, I swivel it around the hardened point then suck it into my mouth.
Pleasure ricochets through her as she violently shakes, but it takes another two or three rotations before I get the results I’m chasing.
“Please. Jack. Oh God… please.” Her fingers weave through my hair as she grinds herself against my chin. Although being restrained was something I was originally opposed to, not an ounce of worry fills me when I pin Octavia’s hands above her head before using my free hand to raise her ass off the beat-up wood of her dining table.
The unrestricted access drives her wild with desire, and within seconds, she’s shuddering like she’s in an ice bath and moaning my name on repeat.
I slowly bring her down from the high, equally loving how quickly I can bring her to the peak of ecstasy while also knowing her first climax is merely the beginning of our exchange.
“Are you okay?” I question when the release of her wrists occurs with her rotating them like they’re stiff.
“I’m great,” she assures me before the ache of her wrists is compliments to her jacking me off. She drags her hand to the base of my dick then back to the top over and over again while I carry her into the bathroom to continue cleaning up the mess we made.
“Not the bathroom,” she murmurs in disappointment before I fully enter the tiny space. “Caleb has a thing about getting freaky in the bathroom. It’s meant to be a safe zone.”
Her reply sparks a hint of worry, but her gag assures me it isn’t necessary.
Perhaps Caleb’s quirks are nothing close to the reason I have mine.
After dragging my eyes to her bed covered with light bedding, I drop them to Octavia whose lower half is covered with chocolate goop. “Your sheets—”
“Are due for a clean.” She wiggles out of my hold before guiding me backward until my knees brace her mattress. “As are you?”
The argument is settled when she pushes me back until my ass is swamped by the bedding and her lips are circling my cock.
CHAPTER 19
OCTAVIA
My hand shoots out to my vibrating cell phone, desperate for a few more hours of sleep. You don’t consider the consequences of a romp-a-thon until it’s too late. I got two or three hours of sleep if lucky, and that’s only because Jack succumbed to exhaustion first. We weren’t even fucking when he slowly nodded off. First, it was his words separated by breathy yawns, then his head began to wobble. It only took me running my fingers through his hair for a little over a minute before the soft pants of his breath lowered to a wheeze before they eventually switched to faint snores.
I think that was a little after three, but I can’t be sure. The last time I checked the time was when an alarm went off around eleven o’clock. It was an odd time for an alarm, but before I could question Jack about it, he convinced me he missed a smear of mousse.