Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He stroked up and down her slit, nice and slow, then dragged his hand out from the warm cookie jar to slip his finger in his mouth and suck it. “Mmmm… you taste good too, baby…” He felt her shake beneath him.
“Do you know how many times I’ve left here, or school, and jacked my dick while thinkin’ of you? I’ve cum so many times to the thought of you. You’re my fantasy. Time to make you my reality.”
“You’re my fantasy, too…”
He kept his eye on her as he slowly unbuttoned her black pajama shirt, one button at a time until her breasts were fully exposed.
She quaked beneath him when he devoured her right breast, sucking the nipple hard and slow. He could barely breathe as he pressed his nose against the warm feminine cushion, and if he suffocated right then and there, so be it. He’d die a happy man. He switched to her other breast, sucking it with the same devotion. He ran his eager fingers along her right nipple while he drew the left nipple into his mouth, the peak stiff and moist.
He went back and forth between the two mounds, smelling her perfume, her soft, supple skin… He kissed all over her shoulders and collar bones as he gripped her pajama pants by the waist.
“Lift your ass up a little, baby.” She did as he asked, and he glided her pajama pants down past her thick thighs, off her feet and to the floor. He floated lower, and lower still, until his mouth rested against her underwear covered pussy.
His lips glided over her zone while he teasingly massaged her flower with two fingers, over the soft fabric. Soft, black pubic hair peeked out above her panty line. He ran his tongue along the slit, his fingers V’d on either side of his working mouth until her panties were soaking wet. After kissing her inner thigh, he wrapped his arms around her ass and pulled her to him.
“Mmmm… Come on. Let’s go.”
“You can’t lift my big ass!” she screamed, her tone half-humor, half-frantic.
“Girl, what are you talkin’ about? I got prison gym strength. I can lift your sexy, thick ass with one arm.”
She chuckled at this as he gathered her tighter in his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her away from the living room, down the hall. “Left or right?”
“Right,” she answered.
Making it to her bedroom door as she indicated, he turned the knob and carried her inside. The scent of sweet perfume greeted him, lingering in the air. Depositing her gently on the bed, he took a step back and started to undress.
“Legend?” she said as she slipped out of her panties.
“Yeah?” He tossed his shirt on the floor, then went for the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Do you have protection?”
He nodded, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a few condoms, then tossed one on the bed, the rest on her nightstand. She picked up the wrapper and read it.
“Kimono Microthin? Never heard of these…”
“They’re good. Almost feels like raw sex. A bit more expensive, but worth it. Super thin and roomy.”
She nodded, then handed it to him. He placed it with the others. The sight of her bare curves and dips had him salivating.
She’s so damn beautiful…
He sat down on the edge of the bed, removed his sneakers and socks, then slipped his jeans off. Meanwhile, she disappeared past another door, which he guessed was her en suite. Grabbing his phone, he pulled up a playlist and let the music ride out. When she came back out a couple of minutes later, Urban Mystic’s, ‘In the Morning’ was playing. She cracked a smile, and tried to slip past him to get back into the bed, but he stopped her, his eyes filled with need…
Chapter Ten
“Hold up… hold up, baby. I want to hold you. Come here.” Legend wrapped his arm around Desiree’s waist before she could get back into bed, and drew her flush against him so they could sway and slow dance to The Fugees, ‘Killing Me Softly With His Song.’ Their mouths found their way to one another. Soft and wet. Naked soft flesh made up of fragrant, feminine curves pressed against tattooed and taut muscles.
“You’re so warm, baby. You’re going to be my weakness. I just know it, Desiree…” His voice rasped in her ear as he held her tighter to him. She ran her hands through his hair, kissed his cheek, then his lips once again.
“Legend, you know what? I should’ve burned some sage before you came over here the first time.”
“What would that have done? You makin’ some cornbread dressing or something?”
She chuckled at his joke. “I done invited the devil into my house, and served him food. More than once. I was asking for trouble.” He cracked a smile at that. “If I’d burned some sage, then I could’ve protected myself from my developing feelings for you. I’ve been playing with fire.”