Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Kent grins as he squeezes my thigh. “You like that,” he says as he thrusts his thumb inside me. I nod with a soft moan. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice a whisper as he fills me with his thumb. My hips are rolling, moving, begging him to go deeper, to go faster, to send my body over the edge it's so delicately balancing on.
“Yes what?” he asks, his voice thick as cognac, heating my skin as he kisses me between words. “I need more than just one word.”
“I want more.” The words are still weak, barely audible as he strokes my vulva and I suck in a gasp of air.
“Again,” he demands, his hand moving from my thigh to my neck as he grips me just under my jaw line. He licks up my throat, and nips at my earlobe.
“More, I want more. I need more.” My nails rake down his back and I tear at his shirt.
“That's better,” he growls as he manipulates my head in his hand, and kisses me hard as he continues to penetrate me with his thumb.
Gripping the hem of his shirt, I pull it over his head. His chest flexes as he straightens his back and his abs ripple like waves in the wind. His eyes stay on mine as he unbuttons his pants and wriggles free from his shorts and boxers.
His dick perches bold and proud as he steps out of his clothes and kicks them to the side. He stands there for a moment, still as a bronze statue, thick and strong as solid marble, and I'm left breathless.
Leaning back, I press my palms into the granite countertop as he forces me back, giving me directions without words. He steps forward proudly, grabbing his cock at the base and stroking up to the tip. His eyes are still on mine, they don't move, the intensity gleaming as his pupils expand.
My eyes move down his body, then back, catching his lips as they curl to one side. “Why do you still have your shorts on?” he asks, stroking back down his cock.
Smirking back, I answer, “Because you haven't taken them off yet.”
Kent's lips thin and his smile thickens as he dips his head. “I need to fix that then.”
Taking a strong step forward, he releases his cock and uses both hands to unbutton my shorts. Pushing my ass up, he rips my shorts and panties down my thighs. Holding them out to the side, he drops them.
“That's better.” His smile fades as his eyes slip down my body, and he licks his lips as they land on my entrance.
Dropping to his knees, Kent grabs both my knees and opens my legs wider. He groans as his eyes level with my slit. It sounds like it's coming from deep within his core, from a wild place, an instinct built in his very existence.
His nostrils flare as he inhales my scent, and he licks his lips again as his hands push my thighs open as far as they can go. He starts to lick around my lips, gently moving up and down, but not coming close to my clitoris at all.
I'm sure he can see it, hell he can probably even smell how damn close I am to coming already, and he's barely touched me. The tip of his tongue moves across the top of my entrance, passing so close to my swollen button, but refusing it the release it wants.
I’m dripping, throbbing, and as he licks every fold and ridge of skin, he purposely avoids the one spot I want him to touch. Gyrating my hips, I try to force his tongue against me.
“Uh uh,” he says, chastising me. “I'm not ready for you to come yet.” He blows hot air against my pussy, driving me crazy. How can he make me feel so many things at once? It's torture. Beautiful torture.
“Please, I can't take it. Fuck me, Kent, just do it!”
“Where's the fun in that, Perri? It's all about the trip up the hill to get there, not the ride down. The ride down is effortless.” He thins his lips and forces hot air against my hyper-sensitive skin, following it with a quick lick of my entrance.
“You're killing me, you know that?”
“I do, and you're going to love me for it.” His grin is sexy and sinful, thinning the fabric that's holding me together.
I'm coming undone. Every muscle, each nerve and vein is melting into a puddle in my belly and spilling down my thighs. Kent's face disappears, his tongue spearing inside my body.
“Mm,” I moan as I drive my fingers into his hair and yank at his roots. My back arches off the counter as I shove my pussy against his face.
Kent places his large palm on my stomach and pushes me down. He holds his hand there, securing me to the counter as he laps up my arousal with his tongue. His lips find my clit, and he sucks it softly.