Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Lie down,” he says as he grabs my hips and lifts me off him. “This is going to feel much better with nothing between us.”
I let myself fall onto the cold cushions and swallow hard when I catch a glimpse of the bright stars in the night sky. Rylan positions himself between my legs and then gets to work on my belt, unbuckling it quickly and then working on the button and zipper of my jeans.
Before I have the chance to take a breath, my jeans are sliding down my legs.
It’s all happening so fast. But it’s not happening fast enough.
I want him inside me this minute. This second. I can’t bear it. I need him.
He tosses my jeans behind him and then his big hands are on my soft inner thighs, spreading them apart as my pussy aches with need.
My underwear must be a wet mess. It must be soaked through.
Rylan doesn’t seem to mind. He lowers his head and kisses my mound, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me. That was with my underwear still on. I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like when it’s his lips on mine.
I look down and start breathing quicker when I see his head down there, so close to my sex. My legs are in the air and his muscular back is flexed as he peels my underwear to the side and smells me.
“Goddamn,” he moans as he breathes in my scent. “I need a taste of my mate’s honey.”
His hot tongue touches my pussy and I nearly ask him to marry me right then and there. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s incredible.
He gives me long slow licks and then speeds it up. “Oh,” I moan when he starts sucking on my clit. I grab a hold of his hair and hold his heavenly lips in place while I rock my hips against his mouth. “Yes!” I cry out. “Fuck, yes!”
He keeps playing with my throbbing clit, teasing and taunting me, as I try to control my breathing. When he slips two fingers inside me, forget it. I’m done.
I’m going to cum. It’s thundering forward so fast. There’s no way I can stop it.
I squeeze his hair—nearly ripping it out by the roots—as the orgasm slams into me and I let go.
If the whole town was sleeping before, they’re not anymore. I just gave them all a wake-up call with how loud I screamed.
My legs are shaking as Rylan sits up and looks at me with a possessive gleam in his eye.
“Your pussy is divine,” he says before he wipes his hand over his beard that’s all wet from my juices. “I want to do that every single day.”
I just nod my head up and down. I’m not about to argue with that. I just had an intense orgasm—it’s still swirling through me—but I won’t say no to another. I’m craving even more.
He stands up off the sofa and reaches for his belt.
“Want to see how hard you make your mate?” he asks in a low growl as he threads the leather through the big buckle.
I can’t take my unblinking eyes off the thick rod pressing against the inside of his pants as he unzips. His hands suddenly stop and I let out a whine.
“I can’t hear you,” he growls. “Do you want to see how hard your wet little pussy makes my cock?”
“Yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s full of hunger. It’s ravenous for sex. Desperate for his cock.
“That’s better,” he says with a grin as he pulls his pants and underwear down. I’m staring at his big throbbing cock as he steps out of his jeans and comes forward.
Holy shit. It’s enormous. A thick beautiful shaft that towers up to his hard abs. His big masculine balls which are full of hot cum that’s ready to unload inside me are hanging below and swaying with every step.
My mouth falls open but nothing comes out as I watch him grip his solid veined shaft and start stroking. Pre-cum spills out of the tiny slit at the top and then pours down his head and over his hand with every stroke.
It hits me that I’m making him react like this. I’m getting him hard. My curvy body that I always thought was too big is making that hot cum leak out.
My mouth waters as he comes close to my head. “Taste it,” he says as he brings his hand to my mouth. His fingers are covered in cum. “Taste what you do to your mate.”
I grab ahold of his thick wrist and suck on his fingers, moaning as I drink his salty-sweet cum down. It warms my throat and then sends heat jutting straight to my core.
I want more.
This time I let go of his wrist and go straight to the source. He groans as I drop down on my knees, grab his cock, and take him into my mouth. I’m not sure what to do, so I swirl my tongue around his head and suck down any cum that spills out.