Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
She whimpers, and I suck on the piercing, careful not to be too rough. I try all kinds of touches, from rolling the piercing to gently petting it with the tip of my tongue, to flicking it. Ruthie loves all of it, her little cries and the way her fingers move on the back of my head encouraging me to keep going. Her other juicy breast is being woefully ignored, so I make sure to rub it back and forth with my thumb even as I nuzzle at her piercing.
Ruthie moans, arching against me, the sounds she's making growing increasingly more desperate. My hunger has returned full force. I've been concentrating on Ruthie and being careful with her, and didn't notice that my cock has hardened again. Maybe I'm just used to being erect and needy around her. Doesn't matter. I want to make her feel good, and my body can wait its turn.
Her whimpers are taking on a sense of urgency, and I keep kissing and teasing that piercing, loving that she's arching against me, pressing her breast against my lips. I send my other hand south, brushing over the curls that cover her cunt, and dip a finger between her folds.
She's keffing soaked.
I groan, an inferno of hunger raging through me. My gorgeous, perfect Ruthie is so wet that my fingers slip through her folds as if she's made entirely of silk. I find her clit with my fingertip and tease it with little circles, even as I tongue her nipple piercing.
"Oh," Ruthie whimpers even louder, rocking against my hand. "Oh, right there, Kaz. So good."
I want to give her words of encouragement, to tell her how keffing lovely she is, how good she feels, how wet and delicious the sounds are that her cunt is making as I touch her, but I don't want to lift my head. Not before she comes for me. I move my fingers faster, listening to the sounds she makes, the way they take on a sense of urgency, and when she cries out and trembles against me, I slip my fingers away from her clit and grip her tight around the waist, holding her close as she quakes, lost in her climax.
"I love you so keffing much," I manage, my throat tight, the words thick with the emotion I feel. I've never seen anything as wondrous as Ruthie when she comes, the look on her face contorted with delight. "We don't have to do more. We can just do this all night long and I'll be a happy keffing bastard."
Ruthie lets out a lingering sigh, sliding her weight down to my knee and perching there, her head resting on my shoulder. The wet heat of her cunt presses on my thigh, and my sac tightens, my cock aching with the need to be inside her. But I want what she wants. Nothing more, nothing less. It's no good unless she wants it, too.
My gorgeous girl turns her head and nips my ear. "Think you're hard enough for plas-film now?"
I bark out a rough laugh. "I don't think I've been harder in my life."
It's true. I can still smell the scent of her on my fingers, feel her wetness on my leg, the heat of her flushed skin against mine. I'm so hard it feels as if one touch is going to send me over the edge. I know I have to last longer than that to make things good for her, though. I have to make it perfect for her, so she'll want me to touch her over and over again.
Ruthie leans back, picking up the small packet of plas-film she'd tossed on the bed and then hands it to me. I take it from her and then we kiss again, lips teasing and playing with languid caresses. The edge has been taken off for her, but mine has returned. I want her to feel the same urgency I am when I'm inside her. I need her to be desperate for another orgasm, too.
It's a little awkward to put the plas-film on my cock with Ruthie perched on my leg and watching me. I fumble it a bit and then pinch the tip to make the well for my seed, as I've seen in porn vids. Then it's on and when I stroke my hand down my shaft, it feels like a slippery second skin over mine, but not unpleasant. Ruthie touches it too, humming approval and sending a shiver up my spine.
"Can I lick your cunt?" I ask. "Before I'm inside you?"
I can tell she likes the question, because she gives a little wriggle on my thigh. "You want to?"
"More than anything. You even have to ask?"
She kisses me again and then glances at the bed behind us. "Want me to lie down?"