Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Her flushed appearance makes me want to lose control and rush something too perfect to flaw, but her confidence and down-to-earth nature remind me that people’s deficits are rarely their bad points. It is usually the acknowledgment of their imperfections that makes them flawless.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to walk away from you last night?” I ask while sliding my finger over the needy rise of her clit. “It was torture. Pure hell. I almost caved.”
Kelsey lifts her hips from the ground, seeking firmer contact, while replying, “You did?”
“Uh-huh.” I roll her clit through her panties while confessing, “I got as far as your bedroom door.” Her excitement dampens the scant piece of material now clinging to her pussy. “Then Santa bellowed, and I veered for the bathroom instead.” Before she can laugh about my newfound fear, I ask, “Could you taste your body wash on my cock? Taste how badly I wanted to replace my hand with yours?”
She moans like I did when she licked up the droplet of precum on the tip of my cock. I was tit fucking the best pair of breasts I’ve ever seen and having the crown licked clean after every pump.
No wonder I’m struggling to keep a rational head.
I’m the luckiest prick around.
I can’t let Kelsey know that, though. Not if I want to continue sampling the magic. “That’s twice you’ve forced me to take care of business myself.” I swivel her clit faster. Bring her to the very edge. Then I stop. “Twice you’ve had me moaning your name while you’re not even in the room.”
“You said no,” she says with a husky pant. “Not me.”
“Not the first time, I didn’t.” Her eyes roll backward when I slip her panties to the side and slowly insert a finger inside her. “You ran while I was asleep.”
“Because…”
Not wanting to hear her excuse, I work her harder. Faster. I tease her with my fingers and thumb until my mouth can’t hold back the urge to taste her for a second longer.
“Oh, God.” She thrashes against the restraints keeping her hands bound behind her back when I cover her pussy with my mouth, then twirl my tongue around her clit.
Even with me arching over her, Kelsey fucks my face like she did three nights ago. She drags her pussy from the tip of my nose to my chin until the sensation rising within her encourages stars to form in front of her eyes.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” She gets louder with each scream before giving up the one I’m dying to hear. “I’m going to come.”
As she rides the wild crazy rollercoaster, I work my finger in and out of her while dedicating a heap of attention to her clit. She moans, rocks, and grunts, as determined to experience every satisfying dip and rise as me.
She unleashes the most glorious moan I’ve ever heard when my eagerness to please her sees me fighting to stretch her number of orgasms from one to two.
I lick her faster and more greedily until she stops the movements of my head by clamping her thighs around my ears and screaming my name in an ear-piercing roar.
Kelsey sings my name on repeat, her shudders not lessening even after she comes down from the high of ecstasy. They tremor through her floppy limbs as she watches me sheath my cock with a condom and continue as I loosen the flashing lights enough that I can hook her legs around my waist, and her nails can guide the pace of our exchange.
If her nails dig in, I’m being too rough.
If they claw at me in desperation, the pace is perfect.
If they don’t do a damn thing, I should close up shop immediately.
We moan as one when I enter Kelsey one painstaking inch at a time. She’s wet, drenched front to back, but I’m the thickest I’ve ever been, so I need to take it slow so I don’t hurt her.
It feels so good being buried deep inside her that I don’t immediately withdraw when my cock’s head knocks at the opening of her cervix. I flex my dick instead, adding a tremor to her moans.
“Please,” she begs, her erotic voice tightening my balls. “I want you to fuck me, Zane.”
Not one to deny, I pull out before thrusting forward at an almost cruel pace.
Kelsey doesn’t mind. She mewls through the pain of my slam before encouraging me to repeat the move that has her juices dribbling over my balls.
We fuck in fevered unison for several long minutes, the pace only slowing when one of the bulbs surrenders to the heat blistering between us.
Its pop encourages several more.
Within seconds, the only glow in the living room is Kelsey’s glorious breasts as they bounce in rhythm to my pumps in and out of her.