Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
And why am I so, so looking forward to that?
As soon as our mouths touch, he starts eating me. And then two steps later, we’re on the bed. I feel the hot sheets—warmed up from his body—on my back and I realize that I still have my wings on. I completely forgot about the wings. While I’m absorbing that fact, I realize he’s pushing my white dress up and then he’s dragging my panties down.
And I guess I’m wet—I’m super-duper wet—because the level of it can be measured by when he throws them over his shoulders and they land somewhere with a thwack.
At which point I realize that I should probably stop staring at the ceiling and heave myself up on my elbows. I should probably watch him do all these things rather than just feel them by the tugs of my dress and the roughness of his fingers. By the groan he emits when he’s uncovered my pussy and by the way the bed dips when he settles himself on it, with his face between my thighs.
But just as soon as I make that decision, he starts eating me.
Like in the bathroom that night, he starts with my inner thighs. Sucking and lapping at my skin, slurping in all the juice. Again, it reminds me of a fruit or when you eat an ice cream cone. How you first go for the dripping ice cream, licking it with the tip of your tongue, letting the sweetness spread, savoring it before going for the real prize.
Or maybe he does that because I’m always so over full and so overflowing that he can’t help but clean me off in the places where I have dripped down before going for my pussy.
Which is messy, I’m not going to lie.
It’s so messy and slippery and swollen.
How did I not know how swollen it was?
It’s throbbing right now, all engorged and lusty. Like a second heart but instead of love, all I have is lust beating through it. And he loves the taste of my lust. I mean, I already knew that; he did just say that I taste divine. But still, I am shocked when he goes for my whole pussy right off the bat.
In the bathroom, he started slow. He started with my clit. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it like a little pearl and when I dripped because of his ministrations, that’s when he brought out the big guns and lapped at me.
But he’s got no such problem right now.
As he viciously sucks on my clit and pulls at the lips of my pussy. As he nips those lips and groans while doing so.
And honestly, I’ve got no problem either.
I don’t mind his tongue or his teeth or all the sounds he’s making. All groans and grunts and slurps.
I think that’s what does it for me.
That’s what makes me hornier and grip his hair and bear down on his mouth. That’s what makes me arch my back and moan loudly. As loudly as he said I do. Maybe even more because my pillow doesn’t have lips like that. My pillow isn’t hot and wet and oh so fucking good at eating me out. And when the damn bursts inside of me I arch so sharply that I touch the sky. I see stars and galaxies.
I scream.
And then I hear a rip through my own mayhem. But before I can figure out what that was, I feel that magic mouth of his on my tits. I feel him sucking my tits, vacuuming them in his mouth, drinking from them and, well… I think it was the sound of my dress ripping, but who cares.
He’s sucking on my tits with the mouth that’s all wet and slippery from my juices, and all is right in the world.
All is horny.
Him, me. His mouth on my nipple, my fingers in his hair.
His hot chest breathing over me, my shaking thighs wrapped around his hips.
Everything feels dipped in honey, sticky and sweaty. Everything feels dipped in glitter and bathed in red neon light, dark but shiny.
And I think he makes me come again.
With just his mouth on my tits.
I think this time when I do come, I’m rubbing my juices on his bare stomach. I’m rubbing my lust on his skin. Not that he needs it. He’s plenty lustful on his own. Because as soon as I come the second time and I’m blinking my eyes open, he moves away. He gets off the bed and I know what he’s doing. I know it’s here.
His turn at having me.
So I simply lie here, with my legs all sprawled, my dress hiked up around the waist and torn down the middle. While I’m watching his face, how dark and flushed it looks and how red his mouth appears, red and wet from the sucking.