Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Taking both hands to my back, he undoes the clasp on my bra; his fingers go over my shoulder blades and, grabbing the straps, he pushes them down my arms. The cups droop over my breasts and then finally fall over as he lets go the bra, allowing it to float down to the floor. Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.
Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.
“I’m the one in charge here,” he tells me, an expression of amusement in his face. As he speaks he lets both his hands go to my ass, and he cups my cheeks hard. I moan in a low tone as I feel my flesh under his fingers and then, before I even know how he has done it, he has me lifted up against the wall, my legs crossed on his lower back as I rest my arms over his shoulders.
I buck my hips at him immediately, his cock brushing against my pussy; I do it harder, pinning his shaft between my crotch and his body, and then I start to rock my body, grinding against him as if I were delirious. Well, in fact, I am delirious—delirious and crazy to have him inside my pussy. Remember how I told you I was already wet when he arrived? Well, the state I was in back then doesn’t even hold a candle to how I am right now: my thong is completely drenched and my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.
Being this close to Arsen… It’s just like being home. You know that feeling you get when you arrive home after a long trip? Where you feel safe and perfectly at ease? Yeah, that’s exactly it. Except, of course, you probably don’t get wet when you come home after the holidays. Unless you have someone like Arsen Hawke waiting on you, that is.
"You got here right in time," I whisper, my brain not even filtering the words coming out of my mind. “I was so wet… If you took any longer I’d just have to start fingering myself.” He grins, squeezing my ass cheeks harder as he presses his crotch against mine.
“No, you wouldn’t dare,” he tells me. “You’d wait… You’d wait because just playing with yourself wouldn’t be enough. You need my cock, Ashley.”
“I do. I need it bad,” I confess, desire crawling under my skin as I grind against his thick cock. Hell, he’s so damn right.
“You can have it… If you promise to be nice,” he teases me, moving his fingers under my thong and closer to my ass crack.
“I promise… I’ll be nice,” I repeat, my insides burning as I feel his fingertips nearing my asshole. He runs his index finger along the length of my crack, only then pressing it over my hole. I press my forehead against his shoulder as he slides his finger one inch in, using his other hand to flick my thong to the side. As he moves his finger in, he thrusts at the same time, his glans touching my labia and easily piercing me in a fraction of a second.
I claw at his back, my fingernails digging on his muscles as he starts his see-saw motion, his cock moving in and out of me with clockwork precision.
It’s always like this with him, it seems. I mean, just take a look at what happened; he knocked on my door and, just a few minutes after I saw him, he already has his cock buried to the hilt inside of me. We didn’t even get enough time to get to the bedroom! Not that we’ve fucked many times on a bed, actually—every other place seems to work fine for us.
My pussy pulsing as he fucks me, I consciously tighten it around his shaft, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. I only last a few seconds, and then I have to ease the pressure. Even so, it’s enough for me to let out one harsh scream, my throat already starting to complain. I really need to tone down on the screaming; after all, I make a living with my voice. It sounds fancy when I put it like that, doesn’t it? But I do have a lovely voice, just ask the dozens of guys I’ve made come over the phone, they’ll have a quick answer to that.