Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Hmm,” I hum against her core before I pull out and then lick the rest of the way until I’m tonguing that sweet forbidden entrance. The way she pushes her ass back, my dirty girl likes her ass played with. One day soon, my cock will be sliding in and out of her tightness. A toy attached to her pretty clit to make her orgasm skyrocket.
“Fuck me, God, fuck me, please.” It’s hard to deny her when she begs so prettily. I lick her from clit to ass one last time before getting off my knees. My cock is hard and ready, thickening with every taste I’ve gotten of her, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“You ready for this, baby? Ready to feel us skin to skin, no more latex between us, just my cock and your pussy, my cum coating your pretty cunt?” I grip my length, squeezing it and pinching the tip to stave off the need to come the second I’m inside her.
“Yes, damn it, Parker. I’ve been ready. No foreplay was necessary. I’ve been dripping wet for you all night.” This morning, Nessa asked if I would be opposed to getting rid of condoms. She had just finished sucking me off, swallowing my cum down her pretty mouth, when she mentioned she was on the birth control patch, which I had noticed on her lower back off to the side. I’d just gotten tested, the results being handy, when I had my yearly physical, and for life insurance purposes, tests are mandatory. Nessa didn’t have hers, but I knew with her working in the hospital, there was no doubt she was telling me the truth. My cock was rock hard the minute we agreed upon it, but she needed to go home, get ready for us to have dinner together tonight. My dumb-ass idea. I could have fucked her in the kitchen, against the counter, her bouncing on my cock as I fed her dessert. We’re definitely not going out again in the near future, not until some of this thirst calms the fuck down, at least.
“The foreplay was for me. I haven’t had your cum on my tongue in nearly twelve hours. My marks have already started to fade, and by the end of the night, they’ll be back.” My hand glides around her hip, sliding until it’s lying flat against her lower stomach. My other grips my cock, lining the head with the entrance of her pussy. I want to bring her up, until her back meets my front, so I push her knees down further on the bed, spreading her wider for me.
“Well, as delicious as it was, this is what I’ve been waiting for.” She backs her ass up, taking my length deeper. I’m having a hard time remaining composed. I swear I can feel every single flutter, the soft wetness sucking greedily at my cock until it’s delving deeper inside of her.
“Goddamn, Nessa.” I’m completely seated inside her. The rippling of her pussy tightens along my cock. My hand travels up the length of her middle. She gets the hint, body coming up until I can reach her collarbones. My mouth immediately attaches to one, and her body immediately responds. Her flesh pebbles, there’s a hitch in her moan, and the way she’s rippling along my length, it won’t be long until I can’t hold back.
“Parker, more,” she pleads. I keep my mouth attached to her collarbone, hand sliding up until it’s in the center of her chest. My hips rear back, and I take her body. The sound of us together, the heavy breathing, the wetness that meets me with every thrust, and the slapping of skin.
“You ready to come for me, babe?” I ask, feeling that damn tingling at the base of my spine. I’m not necessarily ready to come, wishing I could prolong this a bit longer. That’s not going to happen, not this time at least, probably not the next time either.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, then she comes on my cock and pulls me right along with her.
“Fuck, Nessa, you’re everything.” I detach my lips from her skin, whispering into her ear as my cum unloads inside her cunt. This woman is going to be everything, and if it meant playing dirty in a bidding war to get here, I’d do it ten fucking times over.
TWENTY-ONE
Nessa
“I’m a horrible friend,” I tell Millie on the other end of the line. I’m just getting off work, the first of working night shifts for the next three days. It was supposed to be a twelve-hour shift, but it quickly turned into nearly fifteen. The nurse who was relieving me called, frantically apologizing. Her babysitter bailed on her last minute, and she was scrambling. I was understanding. There’s no way I was going to be upset after last week, when I needed to be covered, and the nurse who was late probably covered my shifts as well.