Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
His teeth snagged my earlobe before his lips moved down my jaw, a whisper-soft, sweet sort of attention I wasn’t used to. And some part of me wanted to grab him, to push him downward, to shrink away from this new sort of intimacy.
But then his lips were sealing over mine, silencing any protest I might have forced out.
He was soft and sweet for a moment, expecting, what? Hesitance on my part? Or worried he might hurt me?
My legs came up around his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him flush against me, our centers aligning, and the pressure of his cock against my cleft had moans escaping both of us.
It was then that some of the control he had over himself snapped, making him kiss me harder, hungrier, his lips bruising into mine, his tongue moving inside to claim mine as his hips ground down into me as my hips writhed up against him.
I didn’t even care about foreplay right then. I wanted him to reach down, to yank my underwear out of the way, and to feel him sink inside me, know what it felt like to feel him pressing deep, stretching me to make me his.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, though, Dav pulled against my hold, his lips and tongue moving down the other side of my jaw, down my neck, over my clavicle, then down between my breasts, over my belly.
Goosebumps pebbled up on my skin as he kissed across the waistband of my panties before, suddenly, his lips were moving between my thighs, sucking my clit into his mouth through the material, making a ragged sound escape me as my whole body jolted in the mix of surprise and pleasure.
Dav made an approving sound that vibrated against me as he continued to work me with his tongue, the material creating a different kind of friction and frustration that had my hands in his hair, holding him against me as my hips rocked up into the sensation, begging for more.
His hand moved up, finally snagging the material of my panties, pulling downward as I arched up, so he could free it, desperate to feel him without the barrier.
Dav sat back, carefully pushing my knees in toward my chest so he could pull the material off of my ankles.
When it was discarded to the side of the bed, his fingers drifted up my legs to grab my knees, pulling them apart, then spreading me wide on the mattress for him.
“Look how fucking perfect you are,” he said, fingers drifting across my inner thighs. “Your pussy is dripping for me,” he added, making a strange, throaty sound escape me as he just continued to stare, a hunger in his gaze that pulled at something primal inside of me.
“Dav, please,” I whimpered again as his hand shifted inward, one fingertip teasing across the edge of one of my lips, then down the other, creating a molten-hot need in my core.
I’d never been so fully… explored before, had someone seem like they were trying to get to know every inch of me.
He watched intently as his finger shifted inward, sliding up my slick cleft, then teasing a circle around, but not quite touching, my clit. Then as he moved back downward, the tip of his finger slipped inside of me, my walls clenching around it, making that rumble move through him again.
“Please, what, love? Please eat this sweet pussy until you’re screaming and crying and begging for my cock?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He shot me a soft look that had me worrying he was going to torture me again.
But then he was down on his stomach, and his face was between my thighs again, this time with nothing between us.
His tongue slid up my cleft and circled my clit like his fingers had done a moment before. But, finally, his lips closed around the sensitive spot, sucking me into his mouth so hard that I saw white, and I was sure I was going to come right then and there.
But his lips released, easing me away from the edge, and his tongue started to work me instead as his finger slipped further inside of me, thrusting lazily as his mouth feasted on me.
The entire world fell away then.
All that existed was his lips and tongue and fingers as he worked me with expert precision, as he drove me up ruthlessly.
My hips writhed and my thighs shook as he got me closer and closer.
“That’s it,” he groaned, emphasizing each word with a flick of his tongue, “come in my mouth.”
A pained sound escaped me at his words as my breath got more and more ragged, my back arching painfully as he pushed me right to that edge, then shoved me over, leaving me falling, then crashing into the orgasm.
My cries filled the room as my thighs clamped around the sides of his face as he kept working me with his tongue, as his finger thrust faster inside of me, dragging it out until I collapsed back onto the mattress, shaky and whimpering and desperately trying to slow my frantic breathing.