Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He dragged his lips to my ear. “Are you wet for me, Effie?”
“Yes,” I managed to say.
“You want me?”
“Yes, Roman. Please. So much.”
He smiled against my lobe. “I’m going to get you wetter. Then I’m going to make you come. Twice. Then I’m taking you. Once I do, there is no going back. You understand me, Little Tiger?” He stroked the spot between my legs that was aching for him, pressing into the material.
“Yes,” I repeated, knowing I would probably agree to anything he wanted if he would put out the fire.
“Has anyone made you come before?”
“No.”
“Have you made yourself come?”
“Not very well,” I groaned. I tried, but it always left me unsatisfied.
He chuckled, making me realize I had spoken out loud. “Trust me, Effie. You’ll be fully satisfied tonight.” He bit on the juncture of my neck. “Several times.”
ROMAN
Her breathless voice. That fucking sweet, breathless voice. Her little sounds of pleasure. I had never wanted or needed to hear sounds like that until this moment. Until her.
I wanted to hear her cry out my name. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me. To bury myself inside her and know the warmth and feel of her body holding me so intimately. I was desperate for it. For all of it. Her sounds, her body, her release.
I laid her back on the bed and stared down at her. She was a vision. Her hair was spread across the pillows, spilled ink on white paper. Her cheeks were flushed, her wet lips swollen from mine. Her chest moved rapidly, her skin a delicate pink everywhere, the color soft against the deeper rose of her taut nipples. She had five freckles, five perfect spots of coffee-colored flesh beside her belly button. I bent and kissed them, tracing the shape with my tongue. She shivered, and I smiled against her skin.
“Shivering is good,” I murmured.
I glanced up, meeting her eyes. They were wide with curiosity, nervousness, and desire. They fluttered shut as I tugged on her pants, pulling the soft fabric down her legs, taking her lacy underwear along with them. I was transfixed as I took her in. Curves where there should be, a small patch of dark curls I wanted to touch, and lots of creamy, pink skin that beckoned to my mouth. Effie’s body trembled, and I looked up, shaking my head. “Don’t, Little Tiger. Don’t be afraid of me now. Afraid of what is happening. I’ll make it good.”
“What if I can’t do the same?” she whispered. “I have no experience.”
I braced my arms on either side of her head, bending low to kiss her. I had never liked kissing much before. It was intimate and too much. But kissing Effie was different. It felt right. Our lips molded together felt as if they should always be that way.
“You’ll be perfect.”
I kissed her deeply. I kissed her until I felt her relax, sinking into the plush mattress, her body softening in relief. She sighed as I caressed and licked my way down her body, learning everything about her. How she tasted everywhere. Reacted to my mouth on her breasts, gasping in delight at the nips from my teeth, the swipes of my tongue. She whimpered as I sucked on her nipples, traced my fingers along her abdomen and trailed them down her pretty legs. I lifted one foot, then the other, kissing her ankles and calves, slowly opening her wide so I could see all of her. I felt the heat of her blush under my fingers as I gazed in rapture. Pink, glistening, and mine. All of her was mine. And I planned on claiming every last inch. I lowered my head, wrapping my hands around her thighs and pulling them farther apart. I lapped at her, hearing her fast inhale of air. I groaned at the taste of her. It was rainwater, quenching my thirst, yet leaving me wanting, needing more. She was sweet and musky, perfect on my tongue. I teased her clit, listening to her reactions. As I sucked the nub, she cried out, grabbing my hair then dropping her hand.
I looked up, shaking my head. “No, baby. Hold me. Show me what you want. Pull on my hair. Scream my name. Let me hear you.” I grabbed her hands, sinking her fingers into my hair, and went back to her pretty little pussy. For a moment, she did nothing, then she began to move, flexing her hips, moaning quietly. She moved her fingers restlessly, murmuring my name as she lost herself. Twisting the strands of my hair as she grew more comfortable. Pressing on my head when I found a spot she liked. Groaning as I slid in one finger, then two, pumping slowly as she crested, her back arching with her release. She cried out my name, and I rode it out, lapping gently, slowly pushing my fingers into her until she began to tighten around me again. I went faster, pushing harder, sucking deeper, licking and nipping at her pussy, thrusting quicker, pushing her over the edge again. She was beautiful in her release, and before she had time to process anything, I stood, dropping my sweats. Her eyes grew rounder as she took me in. I wrapped a hand around my aching cock, stroking it, and climbed back on the mattress. I grabbed a condom from my bedside table, stopping when Effie told me she was on birth control. The thought of taking her bare was too much to resist. I ran my cock through her wetness, groaning at the sensation. She was going to be spectacular. I grasped her thighs, pulling her up my legs, positioning myself.