Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“Oh, I can tell you’re going to be able to.”
Its taste is a bit salty, but intoxicating all the same. It’s him, and that’s what truly matters.
“Do you mind if I take another taste then?” I ask, shooting him my most sinful of stares.
“As much as I want that, Cookie, I think a good relationship is all about give and take, and it’s my turn to taste your cookie.”
“My cookie, you say?” I ask, giggling madly at his suggestion.
“I’m sure it’s as every bit as sweet as you are.” He slides off the chair and steals another kiss from me, guiding my back down to the plush carpet beneath us. He unhooks my bra, letting my tits fall free as he looks on at what I have to offer him, and smiling in appreciation.
His hand slides down my body, his fingers going toward my sex. Gooseflesh forms all along his path, tickling me and bringing me so much excitement as he creeps lower, until he’s at my panties. Even through the thinness of the cloth, his touch excites me so, and I look at him with a wild, enthusiastic smile, encouraging him to do what he wants to do.
Baker massages me, the rippling pleasure seeping through me and causing me to cry out, but it’s of course only the beginning. He pulls my panties down along my legs, and I’m all too eager to shimmy out of them and let him get at me, tossing my panties aside and leaving me as naked as the day I was born.
Once again, he takes a moment to stop and appreciate the woman in front of him. He makes me feel so erotic, so sexy, and all woman. All of the boys that showed any interest in me before were just that – boys. And boys only want girls. Baker is a little bit older so he’s had enough of that foolishness and instead wants a real woman. One who will listen to him, care for him, and give him the family he craves.
And I know even thinking of that is more of an escalation, everything moving too fast already. I guess your mind just goes weird places sometimes when you’re in love, or at the very least, lust.
Baker begins to rain kisses down my form, all along my body, sparking such intense sensations through me. He stops at my breasts, kissing me on my nipple, laying a brief, intense spike of pleasure on me. He latches on, making me think that maybe, just maybe, he wants to milk me right here and now. I cry out in joy from the brief stimulation, but he knows that going for it too hard right now will make me more sore than anything else.
He crosses over my abdomen, and comes to my sex, glistening in front of him. He rubs me lightly with his finger, sliding into my pussy as my sex squeezes his fingers on entry. The tingling feeling is so strong, but he takes me lightly. Baker is proving to be a caring soul, one who only wants me to enjoy this moment every bit as much as he does.
I murmur in joy as he continues to build me up oh so gradually, letting me writhe against the softness of the plush rug. My hand shoots down, going through his rough, shaggy hair, encouraging him as he brings his lips right to my nub and lays one more intense kiss on my most sensitive of spots.
It’s stronger than any feeling I’ve felt before. Which, given that he’s only got my fingers to compete against, isn’t much of a challenge. Still, what he’s doing to me is pure bliss, and he’s seeing to it that he builds upon it in a way that doesn’t come at me too hard or too fast. Every movement down there is made with thoughtfulness as I feel his tongue lash against my sex, and his beard rub against my thighs.
He builds me up steady, and I moan for him, his eyes on me through the entire thing. He eats me intently, devouring my cookie in a way that both of us can most definitely savor. The pleasure within me pounds and builds, every throb of it more intense than the last. It makes my knees shake, my words are lost as I pull on his hair, but nothing will deter Baker from pleasing me to the absolute fullest.
I nibble on my lip to endure him, my legs crossing around his head, instinct taking over. I’m not consciously doing anything, just writhing and enjoying anything and everything going on to the absolute fullest as he licks me up and down until my juicy release covers his beard. The throbbing sensation pulses all the way through me, my moans echoing through his living room, and there’s a growing smile on my man’s face.