Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
When he releases them, the sting is sharp and good, and he's back to kneading my flesh and rubbing oil all over my breasts and cleavage. His cock is hard, straining against his sweatpants, and I can see a damp spot where the tip is leaking precome.
It's then when I'm staring at his impressive bulge that Porter makes the first move. His hand slides lower, his fingers pressing against my pussy. I'm soaked, the massage oil mixing with my own juices, and my clit is swollen and aching. When Porter's fingers slide through my slit and circle my clit, I cry out.
My head is spinning even more now, my whole body on fire. I've never wanted anything so much, and I can't even figure out what exactly it is that I want. When I catch my breath enough to speak, I'm babbling. "Is this...is this part of the massage?"
His hands come up my slick body again, cupping both of my breasts, and I see his tongue flick out to wet his lips. "What do you think?"
"I don't...I don't know," I whimper.
"How about now? Does this seem like part of the massage?" Porter lowers his head towards my chest, and then, without warning, his mouth closes around one of my nipples, sucking the oil-slicked peak into his mouth.
"Oh!" I cry out. "God, yes!"
His tongue flicks against the little bud, and I'm arching into the table and his talented mouth. He pulls back, releasing my breast, and blows cool air across my nipple. Then, he's doing it again, sucking and tugging on the peak. My hips are rolling, and Porter's fingers are working my other nipple, pinching and tugging until I'm moaning.
He switches sides and his finger slides between my pussy lips. My clit is desperate for his attention, and it's like a lightning bolt when he finally makes contact again. Porter strokes his finger over my clit, up and down and in a circular motion.
My hands fly up, and before I even know what I'm doing, they're fisting in his hair, holding his head to my chest. The man chuckles, and the vibration makes me moan.
"You taste good," he mumbles, “but I think I know where you will taste even better.” His hand leaves my clit. I whine wordlessly, and he rests one finger against my lips to quiet me. "Since you still think this is part of the massage, how do you feel about me massaging deep inside of you, Bailey?"
I’m already shaking with need, and my voice comes out pleading. "Yes."
Porter’s fingers leave my clit and one moves to the entrance of my pussy. The digit is so thick that he can barely get it in at all, but as soon as he does, a bolt of panic hits me. There's something I have to tell him, and I'm terrified to. Terrified that he'll stop, and I've never wanted anything more in my life than for Porter Brooks to keep touching me just like this.
"Porter," I breathe. "I-I’m…"
He pauses. "What, Bailey?"
"I'm a virgin!" I blurt the words out before I can second guess myself, and Porter freezes.
"A virgin?" His voice is rough, and his fingers are still pressed into my opening.
"Yes." I nod.
I watch his expression as a fierce triumph and possessiveness flicker over it. Slowly, he nods. "I guess I'm going to have to be gentle with you tonight. My tongue instead of my cock." I gasp, but it doesn’t slow him down. "Lie back, baby. Just relax and let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you."
I'm shaking as I lie back, but Porter is nothing if not good on his word. His finger slides out of my pussy, and he climbs onto the table on his knees. Porter grips my legs and spreads them apart, and before I can say a word, his mouth is on my pussy.
His tongue is warm and soft, and it feels nothing like his fingers. It's softer and slicker, and Porter laps at my entrance like a man starved. My pussy is already dripping, and he moans as he tastes me.
"Oh!" I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair.
Porter hums against my slick entrance and sucks my clit into his mouth. His tongue circles the swollen bud, and I'm arching on the table, gasping for breath. It feels so good, better than I've ever felt, and I can't get enough.
Porter eats me like he's been dreaming of it for years. His mouth is hot and demanding, and his hands hold my thighs apart, his fingers digging into my soft skin. Then, I feel him shift, and before I can even process it, Porter is burying a finger into my pussy and, despite how tight the fit is, a second finger.
I'm stretching around him, and when he starts to move his fingers, a whimper slips out of me.