Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I do as he instructed, throwing back my shoulders so he can get a good look at my boobs. I never expected to be this nervous my first time. But then again, I never imagined it would be with Striker. Or that he would be so intent on inspecting every inch of me.
He grunts as he touches himself. “You’re even prettier than I imagined under all these clothes.”
“You were serious? About earlier?” I thought that was just something he was saying. I know sometimes guys say things in the moment just to get a girl naked.
“Yeah, I was serious. Kept working my cock twice a day while thinking about your ripe little cunt and how it’d look leaking my come. Now take them panties off. Show me that juicy pussy.”
I do what he said, working them down my hips until I’m standing in front of him completely naked while he’s still clothed. I like obeying him. I definitely like the heat in his gaze as he stares at the juncture of my thighs. There’s no hiding the wet curls or the smell of my arousal in the air.
“Touch it,” he demands. “Slide your fingers through your pussy and tell me how it feels.”
I rarely touch myself. It’s not that I think there’s something wrong with it. I’ve just never cared much for the experience. But with Striker’s gaze on me, it’s different. In this moment, I feel empowered and sexy.
I run my fingers down my stomach, feeling the lines of stretch marks that zig zag my skin and the bumpy cellulite. I keep going lower until I part my lips and run a finger along my moist slit. I let out a small groan.
“Describe it,” he grinds out again.
My cheeks flame again. How is it this sexy cowboy always knows just how to push my buttons? “It’s…wet and slick. Kind of swollen and achy.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he says. “Now hold out your finger to me.”
I do as he instructs and to my surprise, he wraps his lips around my finger and sucks off my essence. He makes a grumbling noise deep in his throat. “Best damn flavor I ever had. Sit back on the couch. I need another taste.”
I reach for my skirt, to spread it out over the cushion but when I bend over, he swats my ass. I instantly straighten, realizing the view I just gave him. He just saw my swollen pussy. “I don’t want to mess up your couch.”
“I want my whole damn place to be covered in your sweet juices. Now, sit unless you’re aching for a warm bottom.”
I cover my cheeks with my hands and quickly take a seat.
“Smart girl,” he looks at me with approval before dropping to his knees in front of the couch. “Now spread them. Nice and wide so I can see your holes.”
I do what he said, butterflies dancing in my stomach. I can’t help but wonder what he thinks. Am I normal down there? Do I look weird? Should I have shaved for this? Dammit, why am I ruining the most perfect moment of my life?
He spreads my lips with his fingers. “So perfect.”
For some reason, I start babbling. “I’ve always thought maybe they were too big. I mean, maybe not on me. But when you compare to pictures on the internet—”
He leans back to look at me and quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t go contradicting me. If I say my woman is perfect, she’s perfect. And this cunt is definitely one of the greatest wonders of this here world.”
“OK,” I murmur softly. I can’t keep the dopey smile off my face. He likes it. He more than likes it if the adoration on his face is anything to go by.
Without another word, he buries his face between my legs. His tongue moves along my seam in slow, measured strokes that have me nearly ready to come on the spot. Just when I think I’m going to get there, he changes up his pace.
I let out a little groan of frustration, but he just grins and goes back to licking me. He does that for several long minutes until he works a finger into my gushing pussy. It’s so big and I love the feeling of being filled by his blunt digit but it’s not enough. I squeeze it tight. “More.”
He adds a second finger and that’s so much better. I think about the bulge in his jeans and imagine that instead of his fingers stretching me, it’s his thick cock. “So…close,” I pant the words.
That’s the exact moment that Striker leans forward and sucks my clit into his mouth. I come with a sob of ecstasy and exhaustion on my lips. By the time I float back down to my body, I’m a boneless heap on his couch cushions. “That was…wow…I liked it. A lot.”