Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
First, I inhale. Inhale the musk of her sex. Something about a woman who’s aroused… I know I’m hardwired to enjoy the aroma, but to me it’s the sweetest perfume. Sweeter than the wildflowers on the ranch on a breezy spring morning.
And Vannah? Her scent is as unique as she is. How have I gone this long without tasting her?
I remove my finger, suck it into my mouth, and my cock throbs. Sweet and tart at the same time, like a Granny Smith apple.
Then I look.
I look at the beauty spread in front of me. She’s swollen and pink, and damn, she looks delicious.
I want to appreciate everything about her, everything about this moment. The smell of her, her beauty. The wetness between her thighs. And now…
Her flavor.
I slide my tongue between those wet folds.
She writhes beneath me, lifting her hips, spreading her legs farther to give me better access.
I want to crawl inside her pussy, taste every bit of it.
It’s better than the apples. It’s better than the normal female musk.
It’s Savannah.
Savannah Gallo’s pussy.
I could get drunk on this. Drunk on her sweet, tangy taste, her musky and spicy aroma, her sweet moans in my ears.
So fucking drunk…
Better than the best bourbon or the lustiest red wine from Napa Valley.
I slide through her again, savoring the full flavor. Savoring the slickness against my tongue.
She moans, grinds her pussy against me, as I lick and suck.
Every time her clit nudges against my tongue, she gasps, and I know she’s on the brink.
I could make her come. I could make her come now, but I’m feeling like a tease.
So each time I lick her clit, I leave quickly.
Until—
“Falcon… Please…”
The fucking magic word. When a woman begs, I become a sucker. I close my lips around her clit and shove two fingers deep inside her cunt.
She shatters around my fingers, milking them, and with each contraction, I let up on her clit just a bit.
Her pussy pulses against my hand, and I slide my tongue down, capturing the juices that flow out of her.
“That’s right, baby. You come for me. Come for Savage.”
With those words, I clamp my lips around her clit once more and pull.
And her orgasm begins again.
Yeah. She’s good at this. She’s one of those women. One of those who can come and come again.
She’s going to come and come again. She’s going to come until she’s exhausted. And then—and only then—will I shove my cock into her sweet heat.
I continue, pulling climax after climax out of her.
Her hips move with me, with my mouth, with my fingers, and her hands are full of the covers she grasps.
“Let go of the covers, Vannah. Let go of the covers,” I say against her. “Play with those tits of yours. Make it better. Make yourself have the best orgasm of your life.”
She lets go of the covers, cups her breasts. “Already have. Already had the best orgasm. With you.”
God, my aching cock.
I want to be inside her so badly, but she’s not done climaxing. I know I can pull at least one more out of her when she starts playing with those nipples.
I watch her, watch as her fingers curl around each nipple, watch as she tugs, pulls, twists…
Then I suck her clit, jamming a third finger inside her, aiming straight for her G spot.
“God!” she cries out. “God, Falcon!”
Yes… This is the one I was going for. That deep, guttural orgasm—the one that takes all the effort. The one that’s so worth the wait.
Not just for her but also for me.
She’s still coming, still playing with her tits, as I withdraw my fingers, stand, and undress as quickly as I can.
My cock is hard and juts straight out. I pull on it a few times, and then I hover over Vannah and shove myself into her.
She moans deeply, taking all of me.
I kiss her neck, sliding up to her earlobe, biting on it. “That’s me inside you, Vannah. That’s me. Inside. You.”
She moans again. “Feels so good.”
“You don’t know the fucking half of it,” I growl.
Then I pull out and push back again, this time going even deeper.
I hold myself inside her for a moment. Relishing the completeness that I feel. Filling her. And I want my cock everywhere.
Her mouth, her pussy, her ass…
I wish I had three cocks.
I pull out and thrust in, and she meets me with every thrust, wrapping her legs around me as I plunge deeper, deeper, deeper.
I won’t last long, but that’s okay.
Because with Savannah, I’ll be ready to go again in no time.
I thrust, I thrust, I thrust, and—
“Fuck!” I growl, emptying into her.
I stay there for a few moments as time seems suspended.
I’ve enjoyed each time with Savannah, but I swear to God… This may be the best release of my life.
Granted, my releases for the last several years have been mostly by my own hand, but I’m hardly a novice.