Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I press the tip of my shoe against her high heel and guide it with a push to part her legs. I expected my imagination to play a bigger part in this venture, but it’s proving to be useless as my eyes reach their destination. The floral design across her panties waistband becomes thinner and less pronounced the closer it gets to her intimacy. The material there is so thin, so see-through, it shouldn’t count as wearing underwear at all.
I’m staring straight at her expertly carved landing strip, which guides the eye straight to her soaking pussy.
Fuck. She’s so wet it’s trickling down her thighs.
I fall to my knees, and the impact rumbles with the same intensity as the thunder outside. I use the hand holding her dress to nudge her forward and watch in awe as she pushes her ass closer to my face.
“Wh—” She chokes on her word as my face nears, and my erratic breathing blows against her damp thighs. “What are you doing?”
“Told you I wanted a taste.” I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. My tongue shoots out of my mouth and runs along her skin.
Nowhere near the source, I’m already drunk on her taste. Her mixture of sweet, salty liquid is like God’s nectar on my taste buds.
Jess must think I’m a lunatic with how I’m acting. I’ve lost my mind entirely, and there’s no way I’m going to find it again. No one has ever drawn anything close to this out of me. Such eager desperation makes my gums itch.
“Your tongue feels nice.” She’s a mess of panting breaths and choked words.
Jess isn’t stopping me. She wants this. Needs this. Her trembling body is sign enough, and the way she eagerly forces her hips back into my face is confirmation.
Enthralled by the picturesque sight of her slit hidden behind a tiny veil, I don’t stop to pull her panties aside. I’m not wasting any more time, and I’m definitely not going to let a single drop of her juices escape me.
Even if it means licking my tongue raw against her mesh lingerie.
Jess does everything in her power to stifle her moans, but she can’t catch them all. The few squeals of delight that make it to my ear send me into a frenzy. I lick, suck, and do anything else I can to clean her panties. It’s the most gentlemanly thing I can do, considering I’m the one who soaked them.
The flat pad of my tongue runs over the full length of her sex. It stops when the tip meets her engorged clitoris. I wrap my lips around it and let my tongue get back to work. My hands have moved under her dress and back to her breasts.
With no padding on her bra, my fingers find her spiked nipples without delay. I lock them between my index and middle fingers with a light squeeze.
“Fuck, Romeo, you’re going to make me—” Jess slaps her mouth shut before she can finish the sentence. She moans into her palm while her ass wiggles in my face.
There’s something deeply satisfying about seeing her like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. Writhing in the purest form of bliss.
Her legs buckle, and she has to latch onto the edges of the counter to keep from falling over.
But I want her to—fall back and smother me with her pussy. If I’m a dead man walking, I might as well go out on my own terms.
I snatch the thin band of her panties in both my fists, slowly peeling them away from her damp skin. I’ve done what I could to save her laundry lady the trouble of washing these, but I need a taste of the real thing.
“Jess?” a man’s voice roars through the hall outside.
“Oh fuck,” Jess stammers and shoots upright. I grab her by the hips, trying to pull her ass back to my face, but she slaps my hands away. Even with the terror scrunching her face, she still manages a giggle.
“Romeo, stop,” she orders with a somber pout.
I do as I’m told.
I was so fucking close. I almost had everything I could ever want, and it disappeared in a flash. My aching loins stiffen to torture me further, reprimanding me for missing my opportunity.
“Your father?” I ask, running my tongue over my lips to get whatever remnants of her into my mouth.
“Uh-huh.” Jess slumps her shoulders.
“Better get to it then.” I hoist myself to my feet with a labored groan.
“Stay here until the coast is clear,” she instructs and fixes her dress. I’ve never been more sad seeing skin disappear.
“Might be for the best.” Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t allow her to leave my side. I’d brave the storm with her and cut down anyone who tried to stop us.
This time, cooler heads must prevail. That is, if I want mine to stay bullet-free.