Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Everything inside stills as he presses his lips to the ruined flesh. His tongue darts out to lave the skin until every millimeter has been touched. He continues to lick and kiss the imperfection as his hands play with my breasts, toying with the nipples. It doesn’t take long before they’re both erect little points that beg for his attention. He palms the softness until I’m writhing beneath him, seeking out more of his gentle touch.
When he finally pulls away, I almost grieve the loss. His hands drift from my breasts down my ribcage before pausing at my hipbones. I squeeze my thighs tightly together, only now becoming aware that the robe is completely parted.
It’s been that way for a while, and I didn’t notice.
His fingers ghost over me, sliding to my inner thighs before carefully prying them apart. It’s tempting to put up a fight, but this man has been so gentle and giving. I force myself to relax as he presses them wider. On a shaky exhale, I allow them to fall open. For a long, painful moment, there’s no movement. My ears strain, attempting to pick up the slightest sound, but there’s nothing.
Nothing but the harshness of his own labored breathing.
It almost matches mine, which seems strange.
One hand rises from my inner thigh, and everything in me stops, waiting for him to finally touch me. It’s almost a surprise when the backs of his knuckles brush across the top of my mound. Electricity explodes within my core, and I can’t help but shift restlessly beneath him.
Am I trying to wiggle away?
Or get closer?
I don’t know.
There are so many conflicting thoughts that are racing through my muddled brain.
When he repeats the movement for a second time, a whimper escapes from me and I realize that I’ve widened my legs, wanting more of his soothing touch. Even though I’m blinded to the world around me, I feel the heat of his stare searing my naked flesh.
No one has ever looked at my body so intensely.
Not even me.
His hands glide across my inner thighs. They’re not soft or pampered but calloused. When he squeezes them, the fingertips sink into my flesh. I can’t help but wonder if bruises will be left in their wake. He gently forces them further open until the cool air of the room caresses my bare pussy. I’ve never felt more exposed in my life.
On display.
There’s something about having the blindfold partially covering my face that stops me from being eaten alive with embarrassment.
I’m unable to see him.
I have no idea who the man is touching me.
It allows me to feel removed from the situation at hand in a way I didn’t expect but is entirely welcome.
A gasp escapes from me when one thick digit slides from my clit to the bottom of my slit before drifting upward again. He retraces the same path until I’m squirming, desperate for more. Only then does one thick finger slide inside me until it’s completely buried. My teeth sink into my lower lip as my inner muscles clench around it.
My skin prickles with desire before it pools in my core like liquid heat as a growl reverberates throughout the silent room.
When he drags the finger from my body, a deep sense of loss fills me. As soon as I lift my hips in silence askance, he presses back inside until it’s seated completely. He repeats the gesture for a third time before his finger strokes up my bare belly, leaving a wet trail in its wake until he reaches my breast. He circles one tip until the little peak stiffens up as if on command. Then he drags the finger back down to my core and dips back inside. It’s slowly that he pumps the thick digit before echoing the movement, circling the other nipple and covering it with my own arousal.
Fire ignites inside my belly as it returns to my center before sliding deep inside. He drags it in and out of my body, finding a rhythmic motion that pushes me closer to the brink until I’m tap dancing on it. My muscles tighten with each deep slide.
I’ve masturbated before and understand what the sensation blooming to life in my core means.
I don’t give a crap if this stranger is playing with my body and watching me teeter on the cusp of falling apart. The only thing I care about is the orgasm that’s so close I can practically taste it. I’m so mindless that I can’t help but chase after the delicious pleasure just out of reach. My body bows off the mattress as his finger slips free, my inner muscles clenching around nothingness.
A desperate scream builds at the back of my throat as all my inhibitions fall to the wayside. Even though I try to keep it locked deep within, a tortured whimper breaks free, shattering the silence of the room. The deep scrape of his chuckle matches my intensity as his fingers settle back over my clit before rubbing gentle circles.