Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
A fluke, I’d thought. It won’t happen to me. Never in a million years.
Except it had.
I loved this woman. A woman who, though she obviously wanted me and was attracted to me, could never love me. Never, because of what I represented.
The man who’d kidnapped her, tortured her.
Hunted her.
But I was also the brother of the man who’d saved her. Rescued her.
My release into her body had taken me to another planet. Nirvana and ecstasy tripled, like nothing before.
But now I lay next to her, covered, my eyes closed.
And these thoughts consumed me.
Did I have the right to drag her into my mess of a family after all she’d been through?
Did I have the right to ask her to be with me? The son who most resembled the man who’d hurt her so deeply?
She wanted me, yes. But could she ever love me?
I opened my eyes and looked at her, first peripherally but then I turned onto my side. She was resting, her eyes closed, her pretty cheeks flushed. Her blond hair was splayed over the pillow like a curtain of honey. Her full pink lips were parted just slightly.
Just the perfect amount for me to slide my tongue between them.
My cock woke at the thought. Semi hard and then hard again, just from the thought of a kiss. A beautiful kiss between the lips of the woman I loved.
Lips.
I hadn’t paid any attention to those luscious lips between her legs.
She was sleeping, but she’d already consented to everything I told her I’d do.
I moved slowly, removing the quilt she’d covered us with and—
I simply looked at her.
I took in her flushed cheeks, those pink, parted lips. That look of pure innocence. Her innocence had been stripped from her long ago by my psycho father and that priest, but regarding her now, flushed and sleeping, I could see what had been.
A beautiful naïve girl who only wanted to get to college.
That pureness. That loveliness.
She was still lovely. Very lovely, and that body… A dancer’s body for sure, with lean but muscular arms and legs, a flat belly, and those breasts… Luscious and large and perfect. Her nipples were like velvet, and though they weren’t painted red, they were even more beautiful in their natural state. I’d kiss them. Soon, but not yet.
I raked my gaze downward to her shaved vulva.
Shaved, no doubt, because of the skimpy costumes she had to wear. Or did she shave because she wanted to?
Most women I’d been with had been shaved, but some weren’t. I didn’t mind the hair, but something about a shaved pussy was sex on a stick to me. I loved being able to see the slight swell of pink when a naked woman stood before me. Then when I spread her legs…
I spread Zee’s legs gently.
And beheld the beauty of the paradise between them.
Already I’d felt this paradise. Felt it on my dick. She was still slick from my come. I gently eased myself from the bed to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Once I’d wiped the last of me from her, I smiled between her legs.
She opened her eyes.
“Hey,” I said lazily.
“I felt something.”
“Just cleaning you up,” I said.
“Oh?”
“Yes. So I could do this.” I slid my tongue over her folds.
She moaned softly.
God, she tasted like honey. So pretty, all pink and swollen, the sides of her inner thighs still slick with wetness. I kissed one thigh and then the other. Then back to her pussy. I slid my tongue through her folds again and then moved to her clit. She shook with the smallest touch of my tongue. The nub was still hard from our sex. She’d come hard, and I’d felt every contraction of her channel around my cock.
Fucking paradise.
Paradise I wanted to experience again and again.
“Zee,” I said, “you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
No lie, and I’d tasted many pussies in my lifetime. I loved eating pussy. Other than fucking, it was my favorite part of sex. Every woman was different, and finding that sweet spot was a game to me.
A game I never lost.
Some women were tart, others sweet, others a combination, and others pure musk. All delicious, but Zee was the most delicious by far.
She lifted her hips, granting me better access. Below her pussy was her other entrance to paradise. Her ass.
Would she ever be ready for that?
God, my cock. Already I was itching to slam into her again.
No. Go slowly. I’d made a promise to her, and I’d keep it.
I sucked on her clit gently, and she undulated beneath me, soft moans humming from her throat and into my ears. Each sweet sound fueled my desire, and I licked her faster, sliding my tongue over every millimeter of her sweet pussy.
Her hips rose higher, and I couldn’t help myself. I slid my tongue downward over her puckered asshole.