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)
cock; I want to feel him inside my mouth, his member pulsing against my
tongue as it rolls over my lips. I’m almost there when he grabs me by the
air, stopping me just one inch away from his glans.
“Who told you to do that?” He asks me with a smirk, slowly taking his
fingers out of my pussy. “I didn’t tell you I wanted my cock sucked, did I?” “No, sir,” I mutter, my eyes hesitantly going from his cock to his face. I
know what he’s doing, and it’s driving me completely crazy. He knows that
I want to feel him, so he’s just torturing me with pent-up anticipation. “That’s right,” he grins, slightly easing the pressure of his fingers on my
hair. I let my head go forward by instinct, and he just grabs me harshly
again. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I… I can’t. I want it so much,” I tell him, licking my lips as I imagine
my tongue running down his shaft. God, I want to taste him so damn much. “Then you’ll have t o wait. Because I want to taste you first.” He pushes
me back on top of the mattress then, not saying one more word. His fingers
on the hem of my skirt, he pushes it down my legs furiously, flinging it to
some faraway corner of the room. He leans into me then, his hungry lips
laying hurried kisses down my neck and into my breasts. Kissing the curve
of my right breast, he sucks my nipple inside his mouth, twirling his tongue
around it as he squeezes my other breast. He doesn’t linger there, though: in
a few seconds he’s kissing down my stomach and over my navel, only
stopping his descent when his lips find my wet folds.
My hands dart to his head, and this time I’m the one yanking on his hair.
As I hold his head, I thrust upward, pressing my pussy against his mouth.
He obliges to my desires willingly: opening his mouth as wide as possible, he sucks on my labia, running his tongue all over the length of my pussy. Up and down he goes, the pendulum motion of his tongue forcing me to close my eyes as my heart pounds against my eardrums. I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my drenched pussy all over his face as he keeps
licking me.
I gasp as he flicks his tongue against my clitoris, brushing two of his
fingers over my folds. In the blink of an eye, he slides them inside me,
curling them upwards until they meet my G-spot once again. He knows
every secret little spot—in and out of my body—and he isn’t afraid to go
after them.
My hands run through his hair as he devours me, his tongue lapping at
my clitoris so intensely my muscles start to burn, the hellfire of pleasure
waking up inside of me. The flames of ecstasy rage harder as he places his
hands on the back of my knees and forces my legs up, angling them so that
he can ravage my pussy completely, it doesn’t take long for my muscles to
start twitching menacingly. I’m going to come again, and it’s going to
happen soon.
My fingers are like thorns on his hair but he doesn’t complain: he just
sucks as hard as possible, keeping his fingers pressed tightly against my Gspot. I grit my teeth and breath out through them, my muscles tensing up
and down in a fraction of a second. I close my eyes and moan, thrusting as
hard as I can against his mouth while a violent orgasm rages through me,
endorphins overloading my nerve endings.
“I want you… in my mouth,” I manage to say, looking down at Arsen.
He’s still between my thighs, holding my legs up. “I want you in my
mouth,” I repeat as he lowers my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly,
he pulls back from my pussy, my juices dripping down his chin. “How bad do you want it? How bad do you want my cock inside that
little mouth of yours, Ash?” He’s getting up now, climbing up on top of me.
With each of his knees by my side, he kneels over me, grabbing his cock
and pointing it toward my mouth; it’s just a few inches away so I crane my
neck, trying to reach for it.
“Bad. I want it bad,” I mutter. Taking pity on me, he brushes his glans
against my lips, moving it from side to side as I open my mouth slightly.
Patiently, he allows his shaft to slide inside of me, the salty taste of his
precum flooding me. With his hands on my hair once again, he guides the
movements of my head, making me go back and forth over his throbbing member. I keep doing it until the muscles in my neck start to hurt, and then he takes the lead: keeping my head in place he starts to thrust, his shaft going in and out of me at a breakneck speed. I moan as he fucks my mouth,