Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She bit her bottom lip and laid back, until her head leaned against the wall and her body was angled along the cool counter.
“Fuck yes, Zuri.” I drank her in, from her full breasts to her soft stomach and thick hips.
A raging fire ignited within me.
Slowly, I lowered down to those white panties, spread her thighs, and inhaled the lush scent of her pussy.
She trembled.
“Fuck, Zuri. You said a three year engagement.” I licked my lips and sniffed at her pussy some more. “It may end up being three days.”
Before she could respond, I started with slow, gentle strokes of my tongue, hitting every inch of her until I reached her swollen, puckered clit and circled it a few times.
That wet flesh was so juicy and soft.
Her breathing went deep and uneven. “Oh God!”
Grunting, I increased the pressure on her clit, sucking and licking her until she panted and whimpered.
“D-don't stop.” She grabbed the back of my head and pulled at my long hair.
Still licking, I grinned.
Same old Zuri. Going crazy over my tongue.
I lapped at her arousal, eagerly devouring and working her dripping wetness with my tongue. I yearned to bring her pleasure beyond anything that she'd ever experienced.
Loudly grunting, I slowly circled her clit and gripped her thighs harder, making sure she wouldn't wiggle that pussy away from me.
Then, with one hand, I thrust two fingers inside of her silky wetness, pushing in deeper until Zuri gasped.
“Oooo.” Her body trembled and tightened under my touch.
My cock ached to join the party.
Be patient.
I began to pump faster, alternating between hard and soft touches as if I was trying to milk every drop of pleasure from her body.
Meanwhile, I licked faster.
Harder.
Her legs shook.
Determined, my fingers caressed that special spot.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she screamed out in ecstasy as she came undone in my arms.
“Ahh!” She came hard against my mouth. Her juices flowed over me like a waterfall, covering my face.
God, I missed this.
Wiping my mouth and cheeks, I rose and looked into those deep brown eyes with a satisfied smirk.
There's my baby.
Her once neat little bun had unraveled, its bindings lost to my tongue and her motion. Her lovely, long dreadlocks cascaded all over with untamed beauty. They fell around her shoulders and framed her face.
She shivered again as if feeling the aftershock of her climax.
I licked some of her arousal off my lips. “Still think it'll take three years?”
“Well. . .after the introduction of this new evidence.” Her bottom lip quivered. “The term is definitely. . .flexible.”
You're damn right it is.
I wasted no more time and planted myself between Zuri's legs, thrusting into her warmth.
Her body writhed beneath me.
Heat radiated from her skin.
“Flexible, huh?” I pulled my cock out and thrust back into her wet pussy.
“Oh.”
I grabbed onto her tight ass and squeezed before thrusting upward into her depths.
She moaned in sultry pleasure as I filled her completely and then held still, letting us savor the sensation for a few moments before finding our rhythm again.
Moving slowly.
More deliberate.
With each blissful stroke, waves of erotic pleasure spread throughout my body like a fevered pitch, intensifying.
And Zuri's pussy was paradise.
Heaven.
Every inch.
Plunging deeper and deeper.
I damned near drowned in that warm, tight, wetness.
“Fuck. I need to feel more.” Fast, I gripped her ass and took her off the counter.
Zuri shrieked and wrapped her arms around me. Even with the new curves and thickness, she still weighed nothing.
Get your ass over here.
Taking us into the center of the kitchen, I sloped forward and increased the pace.
Bouncing her pussy on my cock.
Sending shock waves of pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh, Zuri. Just like I remembered.”
Gasping, she bucked her hips against me with each thrust like she was cowgirl at a rodeo, riding me hard.
A frenzy of heat and passion filled the air.
Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Her nails dug into the back of my neck. It was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Moaning, she clung to me like a vice grip, while her tight wetness drove me crazy with hot lust over and over.
This blissful sensation of fullness was so unbearably good.
There in that kitchen, we took each other higher and higher with every thrust until our moans and groans began to merge together.
I sneered. “Who's fucking you, baby?”
Zuri moaned, “My sweet Reaper.”
I shuddered from hearing her old nickname for me.
Needing to get in even deeper, I rushed us over to the fridge, impressing even myself that I didn't make us fall down.
She was so good.
At the fridge, I pressed her against it and fucked her hard, hammering into that tight, dripping wet pussy.
“Oh! Oh!”
The fridge shook.
Things began falling down from the top.
But it didn't matter, we were too lost in pure bliss, forgetting everything but this moment of sheer ecstasy.
“Oh, baby.” I kissed her, slowing up my strokes.