Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Because I’m not done fucking you with my tongue.
Three dots fading in and out.
One erection surging to life beneath the covers.
Oh.
All that time for oh?
I wasn’t sure how a friend should reply to that.
A friend should tell me to fuck off and never talk to me again.
So a friend shouldn’t tell you she’s in bed. Or that she wishes you were here.
Not if she knows what’s good for her.
What else wouldn’t a friend do?
A friend would not tell a friend to put her hand between her legs and touch herself the way he wants to touch her.
How is that?
Slowly and softly. Like he’s stroking her with his tongue.
She didn’t reply, and my cock jumped as I imagined she was unable to type because she was doing what I said. But I had to make sure.
Should I go on?
Please.
Lick your fingers. Spread your legs.
My breath was coming faster now. My blood rushed hot and quick through my veins as I pictured her following my every command.
Put your hand between your thighs. Rub your fingertips over your clit.
Go slow.
I would take my time.
I want your pussy soaking wet for me.
I want to bury my face between your thighs and devour you.
Dash
The taste of your pussy. God. I can’t get enough. So sweet. Sugar on my tongue.
God
I want to make you come so hard.
Dash
I want to hear you say that.
And then it was Ari who took it up a level.
Call me.
I did as she asked without thinking.
“Say it again,” she whispered instead of hello.
“I want to make you come so hard.” I kept my voice low, my tone firm. “I want to bury my face between your legs and fuck that sweet little pussy with my tongue until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh, God.” Her voice cracked softly. “Keep talking.”
“You like hearing me say these things?”
“Yes.”
My adrenaline surged as I pictured in vivid detail all the things I wanted to do to her. “Can you feel my fingers sliding inside you? Do you like it when I suck your clit? Do you want to come on my tongue?”
Her answers were little more than muffled sighs.
“God, the things I want to do to you . . .” I closed my eyes and imagined her body beneath me. The arch of her back. The smell of her skin. The softness of her thighs against my face and the grip of her hands in my hair. I slid one hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and fisted my cock. “I’m so fucking hard.”
Her breathing was quick and heavy.
“I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers. I want your legs to shake. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Dash—don’t stop—”
“Come for me. Right now.”
As her cries grew more intense and high-pitched, I stroked my cock and imagined her working herself into a frenzy while she thought about me.
“Oh my God. Dash.” She was quieter now, her breath still audible but slowing down.
“Did you do what I said?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Every single thing. You should know by now I can’t say no to you.”
My cock thickened in my fist. “Good girl. Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“God, I want to fuck you.”
“That can wait. I want to make you come with my mouth.”
My breath caught. “You want to suck my cock, you greedy little thing?”
She gasped, and for a second I was afraid I’d gone too far. But then . . .
“Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what I want.”
I shoved my underwear down my legs and kicked it off. “Get on your knees for me, Sugar. Tell me exactly what you would do.”
“I would take your cock in my hands. I want to feel how big it is. How hard it is.” She paused. “I’ve thought about this before.”
I groaned softly as I worked my hand up and down my erection. “You have?”
“Yes. I would lick you slowly. Tease you with my tongue. I would take just the tip in my mouth and suck it while I stroked you with my hands.”
Goddamn, I could feel it. “More,” I growled. “Take more of me.”
“Shhhh,” she scolded. “I would tell you to be patient. Then I would slide your cock between my lips and back out again, taking a little more each time, but never as much as you want me to.”
I grimaced with frustration, as if I could actually feel her taunting me.
“When you were all worked up, I’d take you all the way in, so deep you hit the back of my throat. I’d use my hands. I’d suck you so hard.” She lowered her breathy voice to a whisper. “I can taste you.”
I groaned a little louder. Pumped my arm a little harder.
“You put your hands in my hair. You hold my head and fuck my mouth. I put my hand between my legs and touch myself while I think about how much I want to make you come.”