Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
So I throw my arms around him and catch his mouth in a kiss, infusing it with everything I feel for the man. With how much I’ve missed him and how much I adore him still.
“Fuck me, Stone,” I breathe. “I’ve missed you so much.”
And the big man groans deep in his throat, his hands possessive on my back, trailing up and down before reaching in front to cup my tits. Squeezing and fondling them, he pulls the nips, making me squeal.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he growls. “You’re a horny little girl with a slutty little cunt and a dirty little mouth. And baby,” he pauses for emphasis, “I fucking love it.”
And I mewl into his mouth, twisting and turning and begging him to kiss me. The man obliges. His mouth slams onto mine, demanding and possessive, making me gasp with need. Stone drinks in each exhale, breathing me in and savoring my essence.
“Fuck, little girl,” he moans hoarsely, his mouth trailing up and down my neck. “I’ve missed you so much. Let’s get you out of this.” His hands are already pulling at the wrap, the flimsy material gauzy and sheer.
But I have other ideas. Standing up, I lean down for a kiss before backing away.
“Stone,” I murmur sinuously, “I want to dance for you.”
At that image, Stone groans, leaning back on the lounger. His face is hungry and ravenous, and he has a huge tent at his groin. But he nods, his eyes eating me up.
“Make it quick, baby. Otherwise, I’m going to rip that shit off of you.”
Slowly, I begin swaying on the deck of the pool. I twist this way and that, letting internal music play as I run my hands through my hair, the brown curls a glorious fall. Slowly, I undo the string tie of my wrap and stroke the fabric off my shoulders, letting the gauzy material drop to my feet.
“Oh fuck,” Stone groans, his eyes fastened to my curvy form. His dick is out now, already stiff and dripping at the tip. “Oh fuck, little girl, make it quick. I’ve got to get in you,” he rasps, his hand moving up and down his shaft, fisting it in a tight squeeze. There is so much pre-come that his rod is already shiny. The lube highlights every bulging vein and the raging red helmet at the top.
I lick my lips lasciviously, running my little pink tongue over my lips suggestively.
“You like?” I ask, cupping a breast through my swimsuit. “You like?” I breathe huskily.
Stone is like a man on fire. “Take … it … off,” he commands, his fist pumping even faster now.
Without any further ado, I begin undoing the zip at the front of my swimsuit. My outfit is already ungodly tight. I’d put on a couple pounds, so the spandex hugs my curves like a glove, my boobs are squeezed out the sides, and the thigh cut-outs are indecently high. As I unzip the front zipper and the black material peels back, my boobs literally burst out with relief, liberated from their confinement.
“Oh, big boy,” I coo, toying with a fat pink nipple. “See this?” I say, pulling at the hard tip and popping it like a cork. “She misses you.”
All that Stone can do is let out an incoherent cry, an “aaaargh” from the back of his throat, as he strokes harder and faster.
I just smile. This is all part of the plan. Swaying gently still, I pull the zipper down even more until the swimsuit is completely split down the front, a hint of my pussy right at the very bottom.
“See that?” I moan, trailing one hand down and letting my fingers dip into my secret vee. “See? I want you so badly,” I moan again, pulling my fingers out and showing them to him. My digits are covered in luscious liquid, so much that the tips are literally dripping with sex fluid. And going with the flow, I lean forward to thrust them into his mouth.
“Drink it, big boy,” I command, my eyes hot on his. “Drink up my pussy nectar.”
And he obeys, his tongue circling around my fingers and licking up the sides, ravenous for the taste of my cunt.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbles between sloppy slurps. “Oh fuck.”
Teasingly, I pull them away, taking a few licks at my fingers myself. Fuck, the taste is heavenly. I’d been eating well, and my snatch juice is sweet and tangy, tangible evidence of my arousal. Fuck, no wonder Stone is so turned on.
But I haven’t gotten to the finale of my dance yet. Stripping off the rest of the black nylon, I prance nude over to a leaf rake I’d glimpsed over by the side of the pool, shaking my ass the entire way and turning back once or twice to shoot him a coy smile and stick a finger down my crevice to tease him.