Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
His tongue licks at my ear, biting my lobe softly, and I start, having expected him to go for my breasts. I strain toward him as he works his mouth down my neck, licking my skin. His nose trails down my nape and skates to my collarbone.
I squirm, my hips arching off the bed, estimating where I think his hips are, but there’s nothing. Finally his hands cup both my breasts, and I cry out.
My head falls back. “Oh, oh…”
“Touch yourself. Here,” he says as his hand briefly touches the crotch of my leggings and then is gone.
My hand plays with the waistband before slipping underneath to the hem of my black lace panties.
“More.” His lips suck my skin while his hand teases my piercing, tugging and brushing over the sensitive skin until I’m falling, falling.
I push aside my curls until I find my slick, wet folds. Groaning, I go deeper, finding the wetness in the center.
“Are you soaked?”
“Yes.”
“All for me.”
“Yes.”
He pushes my legs farther apart. I think about him staring again, and it’s embarrassing how my hips arch, still finding nothing. He must be standing and bending over me.
“Push your panties down.”
I fumble around until my leggings and panties are at my ankles. I kick them off.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat as his hands part my legs. “I want my tongue there. I want you sitting on my face. We never did that either, did we? It was just straight-up fucking for us…doggy style in the library…then my dorm, up against the wall.”
No, I don’t like that distant tone is his voice—not now.
“Blaze—”
“Faster. Two fingers.”
I do as he says, opening myself up and giving up my control as I touch that little spot close to my opening that makes me crazy. My lips part and I breathe faster. My fingers feel so good, and my legs twitch. When I go to push them together, to get privacy in this, he stops me with his hands, holding them apart.
“Let me watch. Give up that control, baby.”
He kisses my neck and then sucks. “Do you hear that sound you’re making? Do you hear how you can’t breathe? And the sound of your pussy… I like thinking about you getting off when you think about me. How many times did you touch yourself when we weren’t together?”
“Too many to count.”
The sound of fabric shifting and a zipper going down reaches me, and he lets out a strangled noise. “I’m going to jack off again, Charm. You good with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be,” I mumble. I can’t even think straight.
“I dream about this. Two o’clock in the morning and I wake up with a hard-on for you. All it takes is three strokes and I’m coming all over myself,” he groans, and I picture him stroking himself, biting those full lips.
My legs are jelly, the tips of my fingers playing, doing everything he says as I hear his breathing quickening, him sliding his hand over himself.
God, the closed eyes thing is really hot.
A lone finger presses down at the top of my mound, pulling on the curls there, and I gasp and jerk, wiggling to get him closer. My hips rise off the bed, fighting against the pressure of his hand keeping me down, yet wanting it as I touch the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, and that voice, the gold and gray of him, the two sides of light and dark send me over the edge. My core squeezes and pulses against my hand, a million stars lighting up behind my closed eyes. Hot sparks detonate, and I call out and fall down into a sensation so sharp it makes me whimper.
Aftershocks roll through my body, and I grasp the blanket underneath me, my hips still writhing.
My eyes open.
He’s leaning over the bed, face flushed, eyes full of lust, his jeans at his feet.
I find myself on my knees in front of him. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction when I take his length in my mouth. He tastes like salt and heat, and him.
I want it all.
My eyes look up and he’s watching me, dark gaze smoldering.
“Just like that,” he grunts, cupping my head and guiding me, threading his hands through my hair.
My tongue and lips suck him while his grip grows firmer, pushing my head into his body until the tip of him is in the back of my throat. His breathing gets loud as his cock thickens and hardens more.
“You should move. I’m about to go,” he groans, staring down at me.
“This is my first BJ. Don’t tell me what to do,” I say around him, kissing the tip.
He laughs but stops when I twirl my tongue around his head.
“Charm…” he mumbles when I take him inside my mouth and hum. I’m not sure how to do it right, but I use everything I have. My hands cup his tight ass, my nails digging into those firm muscles as I suck, rolling my tongue down his hard length. “Charm!” His hips arch and he growls when he comes, his fingers in my hair as he pushes himself in deep. I take everything he gives me.