Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“I’ll be your good girl forever,” I promise.
He chuckles warmly and his approval causes relief to trickle through me as if from a tap. “Even better.”
My heart expands as he climbs on the bed behind me. His weight presses down on me as he straddles me. I sigh. Despite the aching empty feeling between my legs and the utterly agonizing lust, I’m at peace with him on top of me.
He pulls my hair aside and tenderly kisses my bare shoulder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kennedy.”
My whole being overflows with pleasure.
“You could make a man crazy, you know that?”
I lick my lips, wishing he would stick his finger or his cock in my mouth so I can suck on him, but not wanting to make demands. He already accused me of being bad, and I’d rather die than ever hear those words on his lips again.
His greedy lips trail over my shoulder to the extremely sensitive back of my neck. “You make me crazy, you know that?”
“I only ever want to please you,” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
I nod.
“You do please me, Kennedy. Immensely.”
My relief is immense. “Good. That makes me happy.”
He kisses the nape of my neck and sends shivers down my spine, then he sucks the breath from my lungs when he rumbles, “You want to get fucked, pretty girl?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. Please.”
I’m not above begging at this point, but his hot kisses on the side of my face tell me he’s satisfied with my answer. “Then spread those perfect thighs and show me that pretty pussy. I want it on display for me.”
As soon as he moves off me, I do as he says, spreading my thighs wide and showing him my pussy.
Somewhere in the back of my mind whispers the thought that I should feel self-conscious being so exposed, but I’m not. All I feel is anticipation and excitement when I feel his hands on my ass and sliding down my thighs. He makes me wait while he looks at me, then he licks his finger and presses just the tip against my clit.
My legs shake and I nearly launch myself off the bed.
“Stay still,” he orders.
Oh, god. How?
I swallow, digging my fingers into the bedding and clutching tighter, trying with all my might not to move as he presses against my clit again.
All the muscles in my thighs have turned to jelly. He has me so needy and desperate, just the touch of his finger is like pressing on the orgasm button and my god, I want to come.
He teases it with his fingertip and I cry out, gasping and moving against his finger as tremors of pleasure ripple through me.
He slaps my ass hard, even harder than before.
I yelp with surprise. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly.
“You get pleasure when I say you can have it, not when you feel like taking it,” he states.
My skin is already on fire, but my cheeks burn even hotter at the reprimand. “Yes. I understand. I’m sorry.”
“I can see how much you want me.” His breath is warm on my flesh as he softly kisses my thigh, then darts his tongue out to collect a trickle of arousal. “It’s dripping down your legs,” he murmurs roughly. “Fucking delicious.”
God, I could die with mortification or arousal, I’m not sure which one will get me first.
The bed creaks and a moment later, I feel him lying on the bed beneath my pussy. He grips my thighs hard, pulling me down until my pussy is sitting on his face.
I cry out at the shock of his scruff on my sensitive, aroused flesh, then I cry out more sharply as he runs his tongue over my slit, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, then quickly moving back to kiss my entrance.
I’m left gasping for air, clutching for purchase, and afraid I’m going to smother him. I try to lift myself up, but his iron grip on my thighs makes it impossible.
“You sit your pretty little ass on my face and let me enjoy your pussy.”
“Milo…”
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he reminds me.
I miss a beat. “Yes,” I say reluctantly. “But—”
“No buts. Good girls do as they’re told.”
He delves into my wetness and I cry out at the intense pleasure of his tongue inside me. It’s almost embarrassing how soaked I am, but my initial instinct of embarrassment quickly melts away when he groans with pleasure, pulling my pussy even closer so he can take more of me into his mouth.
Oh my god.
I grab aimlessly at the bedding as his greedy tongue laps at my pussy. My whole body shudders.
He knows how badly I need to come, but he still tortures me with his slow exploration.
I know better than to try to control the movement. It kills me, but I let him lick and suck at his leisure. I don’t complain when his scruff brushes my sensitive inner thighs or when I need to come so desperately I think I might implode.