Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
When I reached the side of the bed, I urged her legs to drop from around me and then slid her body down mine as I set her on her feet. “Feel what you do to me, gorgeous?” I rasped. “Gonna explode if I don’t get inside you soon.”
Layla grabbed the sides of my cut and yanked me toward her as she went up onto her tiptoes to press her mouth to mine. I let her lead for a minute, wanting to build her confidence, and I was pleased when she grew bolder.
“I need you,” she panted, releasing my vest and sliding her arms around my neck to bury them in my hair.
“All yours, baby,” I told her before I picked her up again and set her down on the mattress. “As hot as you look in this outfit and those cute as hell shoes, I need you naked.”
Layla hummed in agreement, and her gaze raked down my body. "Turnabout is fair play, so you should get naked too."
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’re gonna spend plenty of time together without our clothes on.” I winked and smiled at her little giggle as I bent over and reached for the hem of her shirt.
I licked my lips as I pushed the top up, revealing her ample tits encased in black lace and nearly spilling out of the cups of her bra. Once her shirt was off, I palmed her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before gliding my hands down her sides. My fingers dipped into her jeans, and I yanked hard enough to pop the snap, then quickly dragged them off and tossed them away.
“Damn,” I breathed as my eyes soaked up the goddess laid out before me. Her skin was pink, flushed with a mix of desire and nervousness. “This is sexy as fuck,” I told her as I traced the pattern of the lace on one breast. Layla shivered, and I grinned wickedly. “But it’s gotta go.”
She arched her back so I could access the clasp to her bra, and I rewarded her with a sensuous kiss while I removed it.
Her breathy moan went straight to my dick, and I winced when the rough fabric of my jeans rubbed the sensitive head. My plan had been to stay clothed until she was ready for me to take her, but I was worried that my cock would get scratched and cut by the denim and zipper. Going commando was stupid, Cross. Damn fucking stupid.
Releasing her lips, I inhaled raggedly, then stood and dropped my gaze to her pussy. Her tiny lace panties were plastered to her folds, soaked with her pleasure. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her sweet nectar, and I lost my composure for a second, grasping the fabric and tearing it away.
Layla gasped and tried to close her legs, but I growled and pressed them open. “Do not hide from me, Layla,” I commanded. “This pretty little pussy is mine.” I drew a finger through her wetness and grunted, “You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, baby?” Then I brought it to my mouth, groaning when I sucked the digit clean.
Dropping to my knees, I dragged her to the edge so her legs hung off. I breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal, and come dripped from the swollen head of my cock. My tongue tingled in anticipation, but just as I prepared to dive in, a thought caused me to pause and look up.
“Layla? Are you a virgin, baby?” Nothing would make me love Layla any less, but the possessive, obsessed part of me craved for her to say yes. I wanted to be the only one who ever tasted her sweet mouth, drank from her womanly nectar, and made her scream as she exploded on my cock.
“Um—” Her cheeks bloomed crimson, and she averted her eyes, so I nipped the tender flesh on her inner thigh to bring her gaze back to mine. “Yes.”
Her answer came out in a whisper, but it caused a roaring in my head when the remaining blood in my brain drained to my groin.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “Mine. All fucking mine.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I leaned in and licked my girl’s juicy pussy until she cried out, begging for completion. “What do you want, gorgeous?” I murmured as I feasted.
“I don’t—-oh, Roman! Yes!”
“Tell me.”
“I-I can’t…don’t stop, oh yessss. No!” she wailed when I pulled back. “I don’t know!”
“Want my tongue in your pussy, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and I fucked her channel a few times with my stiffened tongue.
“My fingers?”
“Yes, please, Roman!”
I pushed one digit into the snug hole and groaned when she clenched around it. “Fuck. Your greedy little pussy doesn’t want to let me go. Gonna squeeze the fuck out of my fat cock, gorgeous. Need you to come, baby. I’m a big guy, and I don’t want to hurt you.”