Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She couldn’t help but look at his lips. One kiss. That was all they shared, and she wanted his lips on hers so badly. It was like Alexander could read her mind, because in the next breath, his lips dropped to hers.
In the distance, she heard the howling. It echoed toward the sky, but she didn’t care. Layla had everything she wanted right here, in her home, and there was nothing wrong with that.
****
Alexander had no intention of kissing Layla tonight. He didn’t even plan to tell her he wanted to fuck her. Those words had just spilled out as if they had a mind of their own. He’d not been able to control them.
He did want to fuck Layla. In fact, he wanted to do everything to her. To show her what her body was capable of, and to explore all kinds of pleasures with her. The kiss was the first part.
Wrapping his arms around her, he caressed her body, touching her ass, gliding up her back, then toward her tits. He couldn’t get enough of her and they moved from the spot in front of the door, going toward the sitting room.
The curtains were closed and he was shocked to find himself pressed against the sofa, with Layla straddling him. This was … new. He didn’t anticipate it, but he had no problem with her being on top. Every time he’d seen her, she’d been dressed in pants or shorts. Tonight, she wore a dress.
Stroking down toward her knee, he teased across the tender flesh before gliding up to touch her thigh.
She broke the kiss and moaned. The fan of her breath across his face filled him with a great deal of pleasure.
“You’ve never even been touched?” he asked.
“No.”
“That’s good.”
She frowned. “How is that good?”
“It means I can teach you everything.”
“Do you want to be my teacher?”
“Yes.” He brushed the edge of her panties and watched as she gasped.
Fuck. She was intoxicating. He’d never felt so fucking compelled before in his life. Alexander pushed the edge of the elastic out of the way, and stroked her sweet pussy.
Layla’s eyes closed and he saw her taking several deep breaths as she tried to control herself. He didn’t want her to feel any kind of control. Her slit was soaking wet. Touching between her sweet folds, he teased the fine hairs coating her pussy, and then slid between. When he touched her clit, she gasped, then moaned. Her hands went to his shoulders.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And have you been thinking about me fucking this sweet cunt?”
“Yes.”
“Layla, I want to taste you.”
This made her open her eyes. “Taste me?”
“Yes. I want to lick your cunt.”
Her mouth fell open, just slightly, and he saw that he’d surprised her. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because that is exactly what I want to do.” Before she could ask any more questions, he pushed her to the sofa so that she laid back. The dress rolled up her thighs, and he took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head. “Keep them there.”
She smiled up at him. Her cheeks stained red, but she gave a single nod, letting him know she heard him.
Good.
He moved into position. Her thighs were pressed together, and he pushed the skirt of her dress out of the way and cupped her knees. She opened for him, with just the smallest hint of pressure. Her thighs spread open, and he looked down at her panty-covered sex. They were in the way, so he gripped the fabric and tore it from her body.
“They’re my panties!”
“And they were in the way.”
She giggled and he leaned down, pecking her on the lips, but then he went straight to her pussy. Spreading her open, he stared down at her beautiful cunt. She had a lovely, swollen clit that simply begged to be sucked. Then of course was her entrance. Her virginal entrance. He wasn’t going to penetrate that, not until he was good and ready. He wanted to, but he wouldn’t do that with his tongue or fingers. His cock would have the pleasure of taking her.
“Alexander!”
“Yes, my sweet.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“It’s simple. All you have to do is relax.”
He slid his tongue between her slit and the pleasured cry that echoed around the room was absolutely intoxicating. Alexander had never heard anything like it.
He touched her clit, and slid back and forth. She continued to moan, his name spilling from her lips like a mantra. It was such a beautiful sound. One he never wanted to stop hearing.
“Please, please,” she said.
He had a feeling she didn’t even know what she was begging for, but he would take her to that peak. Alexander wished he’d gotten her naked, but he hadn’t. Not yet. There would be plenty of time for it.