Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you feel good. I’m not going to come in your mouth. I want that perfect pussy of yours wrapped around my cock while you ride me,” I state, hitting the back of her throat one more time. She allows me to guide her the entire time, up and then down, holding myself back from coming, knowing that her mouth works me so well, the way she tightens around me when she swallows and how she’s not afraid to take my cum, sucking me dry.
When I pull her off, a popping sounds as she attempts to keep me inside. “No. Why’d you stop me?”
“Sunshine, I’ve waited all day to get inside you. I love your mouth, but nothing compares to your cunt. And look what arrived today.” I nod toward the mirror that’s leaning against the wall. The last time she rode me, back to my front, she made a comment about how hot it would be for us to see how we looked together. The fucking mirror took its sweet-as-fuck time getting here, but the view I already had while she was sucking my cock was worth it. Her ass is up in the air, back arched, giving me the perfect view of her slick wetness coating the inside of her thighs.
“How did I miss that?” She looks over her shoulder. My hands cup her tits, thumbs sliding over her nipples. There’s a sharp intake of her breath when I add my pointer finger, pinching them both at the same time, a tinge of pain that she loves so much.
“We’ve been a little busy. You ready to watch as you fuck my cock, sunshine?”
“Ezra.” Her head moves forward, eyes on mine, head dropping as she gets closer. I watch her knees, not wanting her to nail my balls, before my lips meet hers, not giving a single fuck that she was sucking my dick minutes ago. Millie has no problem kissing me after I go down on her, so why wouldn’t I do the same?
“Turn around, sunshine.” My hand goes to the nightstand to find a condom in the drawer. One day, I’ll take her without the latex between us, but not yet. It looks as if she’s going to say something; she doesn’t and instead lifts a knee and places it on the outside of my hip, waiting to move the other while I work the condom onto my length. The mirror reflects how she’s watching me the entire time. “You like watching my hand on my cock, Millie?” I ask once it’s firmly in place, hand going to either side of her hip, guiding her.
“How couldn’t I? It’s hot as hell.” She moves where we both need her to be. Her ass is in clear view, and I’m already planning on squeezing the globes hard enough that my handprint will be there until tomorrow.
“Nice and easy,” I tell her as she lowers her body, hands on my thighs as leverage. The last thing I need is for her to take me fast and hard. The way my body is wired, I’d come entirely too fucking soon for my liking, and her not getting off first isn’t happening.
“Oh God, Ezra.” I watch her body in the mirror, the flush on her cheeks, the heated desire in her eyes, the way her tits are moving with every deep breath, the flare of her hips, and the way the lips of her pussy flare around the length of my cock, wetness drenching us both. A part of me is cussing myself out left and right. I could have that with no fucking barrier between the us if it weren’t for my damn hangups.
“Look at you, sunshine, watch as you rise up then lower yourself down, how pretty you are taking my cock inside that tight-as-fuck cunt of yours.” The tips of my fingers dig into her ass cheeks, pulling them a part to get inside of her deeper on the next downward slide. “I can tell you’re close, Millie. Don’t hold back. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Drench me, sunshine.” Moving my hands away from her ass nearly kills me, but I don’t want her to keep herself from coming. Sure, it feels good to have her cunt surrounding me, watching her fly apart. It’s the best fucking visual I can ever have. I use my hands on her hips, guiding her up and down, watching the flex and pull of her muscles as we work together, as she bounces on my cock. “Work that pretty clit, Millie.”
“You feel good, Ezra, so good.” Her hand slides down toward her pussy, two fingers using circular motions, working herself up until she’s ready. I know how Millie likes her clit played with, unhurried; it’s not a race to the finish line when I’m not inside her.