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)
“Alexa, play playlist 97.”
‘Differences,’ by Ginuwine, sprang from the speakers around the apartment.
“Nuh uh, Legend!” She shook her head, her lips crimped, waving her hand as if to shoo him away. “That’s not going to work.” She placed her wine glass down on the white marble coffee table.
“What’s not going to work, baby?” He feigned ignorance. He was rather good at it, if he said so himself. She looked away, not offering a response.
Dropping to his knees in front of her, he took her hands in his. With a gentle prod, he nudged her chin, forcing her to face him. He looked into her eyes, sliding her dress up from her ankles, to her knees, then to her belt. Her breathing got louder, heavier.
“We need to talk…” she said softly. She twitched ever so slightly when his hands rounded her hips, then dragged her panties down past her thighs.
“We’ll talk. But first, I need to taste you…”
“Ahhh…” She writhed and sighed as he buried his face between her legs, licking her pussy fast and hard with a svelte tongue. Any sound was muffled by her thighs, the music and her moans sounding distant, but the vibration of both beat throughout his body. Gripping her ass, he dragged her closer from the back of the couch, smothering himself as he devoured her wet, dewy love.
“I missed you so much, baby!”
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he ate her up. Licking her petals. Sucking her pearl. Drawing her bud into his mouth. He gazed into her eyes as he slowly inserted his finger. Twisting and turning it, back and forth. Her back arched against the couch when he quickened the finger fuck, simultaneously running his thumb along her treasure. Gushy, wet sounds reverberated throughout the room as ‘Can U Handle It,’ by Usher played. Like a slow turning clock, he slipped his tongue against her folds, still finger fucking her, but now he did it slow and easy. Choppy breaths and cries of ecstasy surrounded him.
“I’m yearning for you. Give me your extraordinary whisky, baby…” As he watched her fall apart, his dick twisted and strained against his underwear, hard as cement… rigid as granite. She gripped a black throw pillow, her fuck faces a thing of beauty. He massaged her inner thigh as he slipped his finger within her, sucking her clit lightly, with just enough pressure to delight her and be the catalyst to her undoing. His finger still inside of her, he moved up her body, kissing her along the way until he reached her neck. He lay on top of her then, sucking on the right side of her neck. He paused only to whisper in her ear, “I can’t live without you. I need you, baby.”
She came hard onto his hand, her pussy contracting and squeezing his finger like a vice. He held her close as she trembled and howled, panting and calling his name, her orgasm a thing of feminine grace and beauty.
He stood, his dick forcing his pants to tent. Her body contorted in strange ways as her orgasm subsided. Gathering her in his arms, he carried her to his bedroom. FKJ’s ‘Different Masks for Different Days’ filled the room.
“Sit tight.” He placed her onto his bed, left out of the bedroom to bring the dogs in, then returned and closed the door. He undid the button of his khaki pants, unfastened his belt, and unzipped his zipper. He didn’t even try to disguise his eagerness as he slid the garments off his body, his eyes set on her. She slid off her shoes, belt, dress, and bra, and he could feel her watching him move around the room. Taking a box of prophylactics from his dresser, he pulled out a few and set them on his nightstand. He then climbed into the bed, hooked his hands around her thighs, and drew her up and off the bed until her back was against the mattress, and her legs wrapped around his neck.
“Shit! Ahhhh… Legend!”
Jetting his tongue in and out of her pussy, he ravished her until his beard was soaked, and his lips covered in her sap. He snatched one of the condoms off the nightstand, sheathed himself, and hooked one arm around her thigh, forcing her halfway off the bed. Rising up on one knee, he lined himself just so, and plunged deep inside of her.
“Ahhhh! Ahhh!” Her eyes watered as he began to thrust hard, and their groans and sighs overlapped, making sweet harmonies.
When he went balls deep, she screamed so loud, it rang in his ears.
“MMMMM, BABY! I’m deep in this good pussy! I’m going to fuck you right outta your spine. Bedridden for days. You belong to me!”
“It’s your pussy, baby!”
He changed positions, aligning her on top of him. On his knees in a praying position, he had her wrap her arms around his shoulders and straddle him. The balls of her feet were on the mattress, helping her pivot up and down his thrusting sword. Slippery, wet bodies glided against one another like oil and water. Her large, pretty breasts bumped against his body, bouncing up and down as he cupped them, then brought them closer for an eager kiss and lick. He roughly jostled her with each upward lunge. Wanting more of her. Needing all that she had to give. Up and down she went as he forced her to ride his tumultuous wave.