Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
She’s a little limp on me, but I bite at her neck. “That was one.”
My thumb drops to her clit where I start rubbing circles, and her head pops up, eyes wide. I lick at the place I was just biting, and her breath hitches. I see her belly clench and unclench as I keep stroking her wet, swollen clit, round and then down against where my hard cock is seated so deep inside her.
She groans, eyes rolling back in her head.
I lift her by her hips and drop her on my cock, up and down, and she rolls her shoulders before putting one hand against the back of the seat behind my head so she can start riding me hard.
“That’s it,” I say, breathing hard myself now. “Give me another.”
She nods, eyes squeezed shut. I pinch her clit with one hand and her nipple with my other.
She howls out another release. I guess we’re gonna test just how soundproof that glass is because I don’t relent one bit.
“I’m gonna let you rest a little bit now,” I say, lifting her again and manhandling her until her knees are on the soft carpet of the limo floor and she’s bent at the waist, face down on the backseat. I’m grateful for the spacious floor of the limo as I climb on the carpet behind her.
She widens her legs for me, half crawling on the bench seat so I’ve got a good angle to fuck her.
“Good girl.” She moans and wiggles her ass at me.
I don’t even know where all the words out of my mouth are coming from, but god, it feels so good. So natural. I’m just following every greedy impulse I have in this moment. Impulses I didn’t even know I had.
So when I feel the instinct to slap her ass, I do it. She moans and jiggles her ass some more. I see her wetness leaking down her inner thigh. God, I want to lick it up. So I do.
I lean over and pull her ass cheeks apart so I’ve got better access to her pussy, and I start to suckle her there. Fuck. I’m finally tasting the source of that scent that’s tormented me for years.
My hard-on pulses painfully in the air as I bend her over even more so I can bury my face in her. I all but gnaw on her, my mouth closing hard on her pussy, tonguing at the blooming bulge of her clit.
Her ass and hips shake against my face as she howls her orgasm into the back seat. “Layden! Layden!” She cries my name as she keeps shaking, her pussy quivering in my mouth. I don’t let up, driving her up again, sucking her so hard just like I know she needs it.
“Lay—” she squeals. And then it’s just a high-pitched shriek. Higher and higher and higher until it becomes a noise only an animal could hear. She spasms and freezes, then spasms again until she’s shuddering in wild contractions against my face. Mashing her pussy against my mouth. Riding my face and demanding more.
She comes down from one orgasm only to head right back up the rollercoaster to another high. And then another.
A sudden beeping in the car has her banging the car seat and trying to twist away from me, but I keep tonguing her, wanting to give her just a little more. She takes it, shuddering so her pussy spasms wildly against my face before she finally drags herself away from me, reaching over the edge of the seat for her jeans. She pulls her phone out of it, her whole body shaking and covered in a sheen of sweat. She gasps as she thumbs at something on the phone that makes the beeping stop.
“What?” I ask, breathless myself.
Her eyes, dark and satiated, meet mine. “Ten-minute warning. We’re almost there. Your turn.”
“Oh. I, uh—” All the confidence I just had suddenly shrinks back to normal, Layden size. It feels like me and Phoenix in the car again. Yes, a naked, sex-drenched me and Phoenix, but still—
The look in her eye tells me she’s no longer in a submissive mood. She shoves the hair that’s come out of her tie back with one hand, a dangerous look on her face as she smiles. “I’m going to milk you now. Because you fucking me like that wasn’t the only thing I fantasized about in the shower.”
I feel my eyebrows hit my hairline. “Oh?” I manage to get out. So she did fantasize about me? It’s the first true admission I’ve ever gotten from her that she thought of me sexually, if not romantically.
“Bend over the bench,” she demands.
“Phoenix, I don’t know if—”
“There’s no time. You’ve gotta trust me,” is all she says as she shoves me face down, ass out on the bench.