Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
She slides her robe off, letting it fall to the floor before melting into me, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. The kiss starts slow, tender, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Her fingers curl against me through my shirt, her nails digging in as she presses closer, silently demanding more.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, stroking deep, summoning breathless moans from low in her throat.
When we finally pull apart, her cheeks are flushed, her breath uneven and her nipples practically begging for my mouth.
I cup her breast in my hand, dragging my thumb over the tight tip, making her moan and her eyelashes flutter.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” I whisper, my balls so heavy they’re dragging between my legs at this point. “I could just make you come on my cock and worry about blow jobs later.”
“No, show me,” she says, her voice breaking on the last word. “I want to make you as crazy as you make me.”
She already does that—and then some—but I let my hand drop from her curves, determined to give her what she’s asking for.
“Then undo my pants and take out my cock,” I say, my voice steady despite the way my heart slams against my ribs as she reaches for my zipper. “Slowly,” I add when she moves too fast. “Watch me while you do it, draw it out, make it clear who’s in control.”
“Me?” she murmurs, doing exactly as I’ve asked, turning the opening of my pants into an exquisite tease. “I’m in control?”
“You’re in control,” I agree, groaning as she reaches into my pants, giving me an experimental stroke with her hand. But the opening is narrow and its hard for her to maneuver. “Pull my pants down. You need room to work.”
She nods, her lips parting as she guides my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs, until my arousal falls free, heavy and aching between us.
Her breath comes faster, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and I can’t stop the low groan that escapes my chest. She glances down, her thighs squeezing together as she runs her fingers up my fever-hot shaft. “I love seeing you so hard for me. It’s so beautiful.”
My lips quirk up. “Beautiful? Got a thing for angrily swollen eggplants with veins standing out under their skin?”
She teases her fingers over my swollen head, making my breath catch in my chest. “He isn’t angry, he’s needy. He needs relief, and I’m going to give it to him. So…where do I start?”
“Just touch me,” I whisper, so turned-on my cock is leaking pre-cum. “And don’t be afraid to be firm.”
“Firm,” she echoes. “You like it firm?”
I nod, “I do.”
Her touch grows bolder, her fingers wrapping around me, tentative at first but gaining confidence as she strokes me, slowly driving me out of my mind. “Is this good?”
“Perfect,” I manage, my voice tight, every muscle in my body straining to stay still.
“And now I come down on my knees?” she asks, already dropping down in front of me, the feel of her breath warm on my thigh enough to make my cock leak faster. “And I explore this way?” She leans in, brushing her lips back and forth across the sticky head of my cock before licking the pre-cum away, making me gasp. “Okay?” she asks.
“Brilliant,” I murmur, my voice thick. “You’re a fucking natural.”
“What’s next?” she asks.
“Take your time, and keep following your instincts,” I encourage, my fingers tangling in her hair as she presses another kiss to me, then another, her confidence growing with each one.
She swirls her tongue over my sensitive tip again, bolder, more insistent, and I shudder. “Now I take you inside my mouth?” she asks, her voice trembling but eager.
“Fuck, yes. God, Maya,” I say, my voice rough and my fingers tightening in her hair as she sucks the first inch of me into the heat of her mouth. “God, you’re incredible. You’re driving me crazy.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t stop. Her movements become more assured as she takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue sliding against the underside of my cock in a way that makes my vision blur.
“Now use your hand,” I grit out. “Wrap it around the base to reach the part you can’t get with your mouth.”
She does, wrapping her fingers around the lowest part of my shaft, her strokes in sync with the movements of her mouth. The combination is almost too much, and I have to fight to keep my hips still, to keep from taking control.
She glances up at me, her eyes wide and hungry, clearly enjoying giving pleasure every bit as much as she enjoys receiving it. The sight of her like this—beautiful, eager, and completely focused on owning me with her mouth—nearly undoes me.