Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“Kevin,” she gasped my name, begging me to give her what I knew she needed.
I lowered my shoulders between her thighs and bit the tender flesh on her inner thigh. Her pained yelp fueled me and pumped the blood harder through my body. I needed more.
I slipped my finger into her opening and pressed more and more bites up her thigh until I reached her core. Her juices coated my two fingers pumping in and out of her and her cries mixed with whimpers.
As I latched my lips around her clit, I used my free hand to press my thumb into the soft tissue of her groin and her hips jolted. Her hands moved to shove my hand away, immediately trying to remove the source of pain, but I knew the pain she craved and the gush of cum coating my fingers let me know how much she enjoyed it.
“Kevin, Kevin.” She chanted as my tongue flicked across her bundle of nerves. Her nails dug into my wrist, still trying to remove the grip I had on her, and also holding on as she ground her pussy against my lips. “More,” she begged.
I pulled my fingers out of her opening with a pop and moved my tongue all around her, trying to gather as much of her cum as possible. I slowly released my grip on her hip and soothed out the spot with soft rubbing circles. “You want more, Ana?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “You know I do.”
“Anything?” I asked, dipping my tongue down to brush against the rosette below her pussy.
“Anything.”
With one hand pressed on her abdomen to hold her down, I pushed two fingers in her cunt, lubing them up before latching on her to clit again. I pulled my slick fingers out of her pussy and dragged them down to her ass. Without any preparation, I pushed both fingers into her tight hole. Her heels dug into the blanket as she fought the intrusion. Her teeth latched on to her lip and held back the cries of pain.
More cum dripped onto my chin as I ate at her cunt, and worked my fingers into her virgin ass. I only pushed to the second knuckle, not wanting to go further and actually hurt her. I wanted her to feel the burn and stretch, but not tear.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. Please.”
I pointed my tongue and rapidly flicked it across her clit, wriggling my fingers in and out of her, bringing her to edge. Once she was there, I nipped her and pulled my fingers out of her ass, shoving them into her pussy, thrusting in and out hard as she rode out her orgasm, her cries lost along the sound of the waves.
After one last drag of my tongue, I pulled back and crawled up her panting body, pressing my lips to hers. She flicked her tongue out to taste herself on my lips. That alone made me almost pull my dick out to fuck her, but I wanted to give her this and let her enjoy it.
“Ow,” I pulled back when she bit my lip hard.
“That fucking hurt, Kevin,” she said, glowering at me. Behind it I saw the glimmer of pleasure, the truth that she enjoyed it.
“And you fucking loved it.” She didn’t respond, but lifted her head and pressed her lips to mine again, soothing the bite, before laying back down. I stared at her, lying out on the blanket for my pleasure, and I needed her to know how much I’d missed her, how much I regretted my actions. She deserved it even if she didn’t want to hear it.
We’d been dancing around it for months and I tried to respect her wishes not to talk about it, but I had to make her listen. I wanted our relationship to continue and to grow, and to do that, I needed to give her more than a simple apology.
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’ve missed you.”
“Kevin—” she started, trying to roll out from under me, but I held firm.
“No. Don’t. It weighs on me every day what I did—how it ended. I’m sorry, Anabelle.”
“I know,” she said looking off to the side.
“No, you don’t. I lost my best friend that day and I deserved to, but it didn’t make it any easier. I wanted to find you every day and tried to obey your wishes to leave you alone. But I looked anyway. I always knew I needed you in my life, but I don’t think I really knew how much until you were gone.”
“Apparently, you didn’t realize a lot of things until I left,” she muttered, reaching for her shorts to put them on.
“What?”
She shoved my shoulder and sat up. “Your last text, Kevin. How could you?”
I love you.
I’d told her I loved her because I wanted her to know. I never knew if she saw it or what she thought about it, and I’d been too scared to ask. Apparently, I was about to find out.