Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Shh.” She ran her hands up my chest and rose up on her toes to press her lips to mine. “I don’t care where we are. I just want to be close to you.” As her fingers worked their way down the buttons on my shirt, I reached beneath hers, sliding my hands over her soft, warm skin, closing my palms over her breasts, teasing her tight little nipples with my thumbs. My cock grew hard and thick inside my jeans.
She shoved my shirt off my shoulders, and I let it drop to the floor and whisked my T-shirt over my head. Immediately she brought her mouth to my chest, kissing her way down to one nipple, circling and stroking it with her tongue. Her left hand moved to my crotch and rubbed the erection bulging against the denim.
My knees nearly buckled. “Fuck, that feels good.” I reached one hand between her legs and caressed her softly through the flannel.
She moaned and brought her hands to the button and zipper of my jeans. After pushing them to my knees, she grabbed me by the hips, turned my back toward the chair she’d been sitting in, and pushed me down. Then she knelt in front of me.
“Oh, God,” I said as she lifted her shirt over her head. Her ivory skin glowed, her perfect breasts made my mouth water, and her mischievous expression had my cock twitching.
She piled her long blond waves onto the top of her head as she swayed over my lap. “Hold my hair?” she asked playfully.
I replaced her hands with mine, thinking I needed at least two more pairs to touch every place on her body I wanted to touch right now. But a moment later, I was mesmerized by the sight of her fingers reaching for my cock, wrapping around it, moving up and down the shaft, swirling over the tip. She brought her lips closer to it, and I held my breath, my jaw clenched tight, fighting the instinct to use my hands on her head to push her mouth onto me. All I could think of was how good it was going to feel to slide my cock past those luscious pouty lips into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth.
But she made me wait. She went slow, licking up the sides of my cock from bottom to top, circling her tongue around the tip, rubbing her lips gently over the most sensitive nerve endings in my body. Finally, she took the head in her mouth, sucking softly, her hands still wrapped around my length. My leg muscles tightened. My hips wanted to move. My breath was coming in short, quick bursts.
“Emme,” I begged.
She looked up at me, and laughed softly as her tongue swept over my crown. “Want something?”
“Yes.”
“Let me hear it. You promised to talk to me, remember?” Her breath was warm on my skin. She gave me one more lick, a long, circular stroke, like you do with a dripping ice cream cone on a hot day. “Tell me what you want.”
I might have laughed in surprise if I hadn’t been so wound up. She wanted me to talk dirty to her? No problem. “I want your mouth on my cock, and I want it now.”
“So demanding,” she teased, but she gave me what I wanted, opening her lips and sliding down about a third of the way before coming up and then doing it again.
“All the way,” I said gruffly. “I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat.”
She went farther this time, about halfway, and stayed there, using her hands to pump up and down while she sucked. It felt so good I could have come in a heartbeat, but I still wanted to see her take it all.
“Deeper,” I commanded, using my hands now to guide her—not too rough, but enough for me to assume some control. “Oh, fuck yeah, like that…” I watched more of my cock disappear into her mouth, felt the tip bottom out. She struggled for a moment, and I listened carefully to her sounds to make sure she could breathe. I didn’t want to choke her.
Not yet, anyway.
But I couldn’t stay in control for long, not the way she was sucking and stroking me, not the way her hands were working, not the way she kept glancing up at me with those big eyes, like she loved the way I tasted, couldn’t get enough of my cock, wanted me to come just like that, hot and hard, right down the back of her throat. I was so fucking close—my hands were fisted tight in her hair, my dick was like steel, all the muscles in my lower body were humming.
Any other time, any other woman, maybe even any other night, I’d have done it.