Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“You’re making it impossible, Sylvester,” she says as my tongue hits what I’ve been salivating for since seeing her tits encased in the lace bra she wore yesterday. Then there was this morning, when I helped her dress. Jesus, it took everything I had not to rip her clothes off and fuck her like the animal inside me is trying to do right now.
“Soon.” The tip of my tongue traces along the outside of her nipple, and I watch as her flesh pebbles. Fawn sits up on her elbows, doing so gingerly so as not to hurt her wrists. I mentally praise her for being a good girl, never stopping what I’m doing with my mouth, closing my eyes when I finally suck the pebbled tip into my mouth, humming in delight. Doe’s wetness coats my stomach with every movement she makes, trying to use my body to get off.
“Not soon enough,” she grumbles, eyes closing as I move to her other nipple, leaving the other one wet, allowing the cool air to keep the sensations rolling through her nervous system. My own cock is yelling at me, telling me to move this along, needing to be inside of her.
“I’m going to taste you thoroughly, then, when you’re almost there, I’m going to put the tip of my cock inside you and let your pussy milk the cum out of me.” I wait, wait for her to tell me no. When she doesn’t, I take a deep breath, smelling her erotic scent, knowing that with one movement, my head will be buried between her pretty thighs, I’ll be tonguing her clit, fingers buried inside of her tight heat, only stopping when I feel she’s on the edge of tipping over, then I’m going to make good on my promise.
“Sly, please.” The way she pleads, it’s beautiful, much like she is laid out on my bed. Gone are the days and nights when I pull up a visual of what I think it would be like to have Fawn where she is right now. In its place is the real-life version. I drop to my knees and lift her legs until the back of her thighs are on my shoulder, getting the full-blown view of how wet she is for me.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathe out before I make good on my promise, starting with her clit, gliding a path downwards, gathering her wetness on my tongue, closing my eyes in rapture at the first taste of her, letting the moment consume my senses while managing to stave off the need to fist my cock, knowing that with one touch, I’d be going off. Instead, I use the tip of my tongue to trace one length and then the other, drawing it up to her clit, lips wrapping around the tiny nub, sucking on it. Her body arches up. She isn’t propping herself up any longer—one hand is fisting the sheets; the other is in my hair, fingers clasping so tightly I’ll be surprised if I don’t have a bald patch. A shiver runs down my spine. She’s so close. I slide two fingers inside her, heat rippling around them as I keep up the dual ministration, wanting her so far gone it won’t take long for her to come while her pussy pulls the cum out of my body.
“Sly!” Fuck, I hate to deny her the pleasure of coming all over my face. It’s mutually painful, but it’s about to be mutually beneficial. I stand up, thumb sliding along her clit, her wetness gliding my way, upwards and downwards. My cock is in my hand, fisting myself so I don’t slam inside her. That will come, but not this time.
“Doe,” I groan, continuing to work her nub in slower circles, building us both back up, her more than me. I’m having a hard enough time not letting myself shoot my shot and blasting my cum inside before she gets hers. “Fucking hell.” The head of my cock is inside her tight wet heat, greedily pulling on me as if begging me to slide in deeper. “That’s it, Fawn, come on my cock, sweetheart, take me right there with you.” Her eyes open. Nothing but pure beauty is looking at back at me. I slide myself in and out, still holding my shaft. There’s no reason for me to hold off like I am other than this is one of those fantasies I’ve replayed over and over in my head so many times that I had to make it come to life.
“Sylvester!” Her body locks up, pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. My own body lets go, cum exploding inside Fawn, making me fall for my Doe even deeper.
THIRTEEN
Fawn
The one orgasm Sylvester gave me wasn’t enough. When I woke up this morning with his arm beneath my neck, his dick poking me in my back, neither of us was wearing a stitch of clothing; he was being adamant of sleeping skin on skin. I was too tired to fight with him. Never did I think I’d be able to sleep all night after a nap, but it seems antibiotics, burn cream, talking things out, and an orgasm to end all orgasms, and I was out like a light. This morning, I woke him up, grinding back on his length, arching my body in a way that it would slip between my legs. Sly being Sly knew exactly what I was after. My back hit the mattress, and he licked me like I was his last meal on earth, my legs over his shoulders, hands in his hair, and screaming Sylvester’s name like he was my only prayer. After a few minutes from my mind-numbingly blissful post-orgasmic haze, I was ravenous to return the favor. Rules were made, much to my chagrin. The rolling of my eyes caused him to smirk, then he was controlling the entire situation of me sucking his cock. Sylvester Sterling really doesn’t know how to give up control. It’s a good thing I like that quality about him.