Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
He slides his hand—the one that was fondling my nipple—down my belly to my pants, unbuttoning them and then unzipping them.
He stops for a moment.
Does he think I’m going to tell him to stop?
I don’t want to talk, for fear that I’ll lash out when I don’t mean to. I simply cover my hand with his and push it underneath the waistband of my bikini panties.
He groans against my breast, sucks the nipple harder, and then takes over, moving his hand over my vulva and between my legs.
Another groan, and he drops the nipple. “You’re wet.”
“Am I?”
He looks at me then, burns me with his gaze. “You want this as much as I do.”
“I thought that was obvious.”
“Nothing’s obvious with you, Kelly.” Then he smashes his mouth to mine, kisses me deeply, hungrily.
He toys with my wet folds, and all I want is to get out of these clothes. For him to get out of his clothes, to thrash naked on the couch, on my bed, on the floor. On the kitchen table. I don’t care.
I wriggle my hips, trying to shimmy out of my pants. All I succeed in doing is kicking off my shoes.
I don’t want to break the kiss, but I do, and I gasp in a breath.
“Please,” I pant out. “Clothes. I want to take off my clothes.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “All right. Please do.”
Is he expecting a striptease? He’s in for a surprise. I get rid of my clothes in an instant, nothing sexy about it. Just crumpled pants and panties on the floor along with my shoes.
I’m sitting naked on the couch, and all I can think about is his lips. Those lips that are so firm on mine, and how they might feel on my inner thighs, between my legs, sucking on my pussy.
“You sure about this, Kelly?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, already,” I huff out. “I’m sure. I’m wet. I’m ready. I’m sure.”
“If you say so.”
Leif rises, kicks off his shoes, removes his jeans, his underwear, his socks.
I look away for a moment, and I’m not sure why.
Until he says, “Look at me. Look at me, Kelly.”
I turn and stare at him. He’s standing above me as I sit on the couch. His dick springs out from a blond bush, and just as I suspected…
He’s huge.
He’s huge enough to corrode through me and obliterate everything that’s ever happened to my body.
And that’s what I need.
That’s what I’m yearning for.
I gape at him. I can’t help myself.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m okay. Please stop asking. I want this. I promise you if I change my mind at any moment, I will let you know.”
“Good enough.” He grabs his jeans, fishes something out of the pocket.
It’s a condom, and I expect him to rip it open, sheath himself, and get into me quickly.
But he doesn’t. He simply sets it on the coffee table, and then he kneels before me, spreads my legs.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Kelly. You’re so wet and glistening.”
I heat all over. From embarrassment? From arousal?
I’m not sure, and I don’t even care.
All I know is his lips are pink and swollen from all the kissing we’ve done, and I can’t wait to feel them between my legs.
He scoots me toward him so my pussy is mere inches from his mouth. Then he smiles at me. He looks at me from between my legs, and he smiles at me.
But the scars…
Surely he must notice them.
The thought flees from my mind.
He’s so handsome, and that smile could melt the hardest heart.
I’m sure mine is one of the hardest out there.
I’m not quite ready to melt my heart yet, but I am ready for him to suck my pussy.
He touches me first. Smooths his fingers over the scars on my thighs. I wait for him to say something, ready to strike back.
But he doesn’t. He simply caresses me, sliding his fingers from my thighs to the folds of my pussy and then—
His lips are on me, his tongue sliding up and down my folds, swirling around my clit.
My God… The feelings that roll through me are so much more intense than I imagined. I imagined something purely physical. But I’m feeling…
I’m feeling…
I don’t know.
I can’t put any of it into words, and I don’t want to. Words might somehow bastardize it. I want to just go with it, enjoy the feelings. Let them flow through me and around me and over me and under me.
And maybe erase some of the shit from my life.
He groans against my flesh, licking and sucking, and every time his tongue touches my clit, I grasp cushions of the couch, my knuckles white. It’s just right out of reach. That feeling—that intense, emotional—
And then—
Something shatters within me, and the world crowns in my body, like an explosion.
Except it’s not an explosion. It’s more of an implosion. Everything pulsing toward my core—that place between my legs where he’s sucking, eating.