Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I love kissing him. Over the past few days we’ve made out like teenagers for hours on end. Everything always ends in us kissing, with me in his lap where I dry hump him. But I need more.
“I need more.” He says the same thing I was thinking.
“Yes,” I agree. “More.”
He starts trailing kisses down my body. He pushes me back onto the desk, spreading my legs wide. I watch him slip further down me. My whole body feels tight with need. The pulse between my thighs is almost unbearable.
When he kisses the top of my mound, he looks up at me, his dark eyes locking with me. Then he takes one long lick of me. I almost come off the desk, but he grips my hips, holding me in place as he continues to lick and suck at me, taking what he wants.
“Orlando,” I call out. His hands slide down to grip my thighs, pulling me even wider and moving me down the desk to him. My ass is almost hanging off the desk as he drops to his knees, his mouth never leaving my center.
“You even taste like sweet honey here, too. I knew you would,” he growls against my clit. His thick finger pushes inside me.
My head drops back and my eyes fall closed. The pleasure is just too much as my orgasm builds. I try to close my legs because the feelings are all too much.
“I…I…” I can’t get any words to form as he licks and sucks, his big finger working in and out of me.
“Give it to me, little one. I want to taste your pleasure against my tongue,” he says before sucking my clit into his mouth, and I come undone. My orgasm shoots though me. I call out his name as my body shakes and jerks and I melt into the desk.
Orlando kisses and nuzzles my thighs. I jerk at the brush of the touch. My body is still on overload from the powerful orgasm. When he stands, I sit up, reaching for him and bringing his mouth down to mine.
When our lips meet, he moans into my mouth. His kiss is deep and needy. I love that I can taste what he did to me on his lips. It feels so intimate and makes me feel even closer to him.
I reach for the button of his pants. His hand grabs my wrist stopping me. I pull back from our kiss. “Please,” I beg him. “Let me touch you. I need this.” His whole body is tight. I can see the tension in every line of his body.
I watch a war rage behind his eyes. “You’re mine, aren't you? Mine to touch?” I push.
“You have no idea how much I belong to you.” His voice is deep. Gruff.
“Then let me touch you. I want to feel you.” I watch his control snap. At the sight, something powerful blossoms in my chest. His hands release my wrist. I rush to get him free of his pants, wanting to see him.
When his cock springs free I gasp. His finger felt tight in me. How does he get that inside me? I push the trace of erotic fear away, knowing it must fit. We’re married. I wrap my small hand around his cock.
“I’m not sure how to do this,” I admit. “It’s like I’m a virgin at everything.” I lick my lips and watch his jaw clench. He takes a deep breath. He pulls my hand from his cock and moves it to my pussy.
“You have no idea,” he mutters. He rubs the palm of my hand up and down my pussy. The wetness of my orgasm coats my palm. My face reddens but I push past my shyness. He brings my hand back to his cock. I wrap it around him. He covers my hand with his and shows me how hard I should hold him.
“It can be harder. You can’t hurt me, little one. And I promise, anything you do to me I’ll enjoy.” He releases my hand. My eyes lock on his cock as I give a few more pumps, and a small drop of cum leaks out of the red angry head.
I lick my lips wondering what he tastes like. “My control is thin. Keep that little tongue in your mouth.” My eyes jerk up to his.
“I want to taste you.” He moans at my words. I keep stroking him moving faster. “Next time. This time I want to touch you while you touch me.” He delves his hand between my thighs and slides a blunt finger along my slit, stroking my clit back and forth. My stroking becomes jerky as my own pleasure rises.
“I can’t think when you do that,” I breathe.
“Good. I only want you to feel,” he grits out. His movements become faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum. I need you to cum with me, little one.” He steps in close so his cock is brushing my stomach as I stroke him. The leaking cum smears across my skin.