Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Damn good thing,” I groan. My hand not between her leg skims up her stomach until I’m cupping her tit. Thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipple until it’s pointed and she’s having a hard time staying still. Then I slowly start working her center, two fingers shaped in an upside-down V, and Clementine is arching into my touch.
“Please.” I look away from my hand to her bare and my jeans-covered legs. She’s burning fucking hot for me, and when she lifts her legs and places them on top of mine, there’s no more screwing around. I sink two fingers inside her, curling them as deeply as possible, and feel my woman clench around me.
“You going to come for me, sweetheart?” There’s no answer needed. She arches upward, pressing her ass into my dick, and then she’s getting off.
“One day, it’s going to be me who gets you off first, Clay Garcia.” She is nearly breathless yet still has enough energy to give me hell.
“Doubtful. That’s one for you so far. It won’t be the last one either. Loose the shirt. Not going to last long, and I’ll be damned if I’m not coming inside you.” That’s the damn truth of the matter. Any time I’ve got my hands on her, the only thing I want to do is sink myself deep inside and stay there forever.
“This time,” she says coyly, leaving me. She goes to her knees, facing me, and I watch as she lifts the shirt off and away from her body. I lick my lips, watching as she looks at me and take matters into my own hands. My jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped in no time.
“We’ll see about that,” I say, lifting my own hips to take off my jeans. The minute they’re somewhere on the floor with Clementine’s shirt, her hand wraps around my length. The tips of her fingers barely touch when they surround me, and she’s got a hell of a lot more length that her other hand can cover.
“Sure we will,” are the last words off my tongue before she lowers her head and wraps her lips around the head of my cock, sucking me slowly into her wet mouth. Jesus, fuck, the way she’s making me feel, I’m not sure which I like more— her mouth or her cunt. Right now, it’s a fucking toss-up. Clementine lowers her mouth on my length, moving her hand downward, then doing the exact same when she slides upward. My hand wraps in her hair, moving it away so I can watch her work me up. I lean back on my forearm, getting an even better view. Her blue-gray eyes lift upwards when she swirls her tongue along my head, gathering the pre-cum at the tip, making a show of swallowing it.
“Fuck, Clementine.” My eyes close even with me trying to hold them open as she works me up. Her sneaky hand slides between my legs to cup my balls, rolling them around, all the while she never stops her ministrations, only moving her hand away from my dick when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. She swallows while staying still, my balls start to draw up tightly, and I’m about to give in when she slips her lips back to the tip, her tongue dragging along the underside of my cock, giving me a full-body shiver.
“Clementine,” I say her name again. It’s worth repeating with what she’s doing to me, making me lose my mind with each movement. “I’m done, sweetheart. You need to climb up here and plant yourself on my cock.” I’m at my breaking point, and while she would undoubtedly swallow every last drop, that’s not what I want.
“Clay,” she purrs. I may have lost her mouth, but her hand replaces it awfully damn fast.
“You want to take me in your mouth again, you can. Later. Our gift to each other is going to be me coming inside you and loving you with every damn inch of my body,” I state, pulling her over my body. Her hand is still wrapped around my dick, holding it, and when we’re aligned, she slowly sinks down on my cock. Her head rocks backward as her hips move forward, already looking for that sweet friction I know she’s addicted to.
“God, love me, Clay, exactly like this.” I sit up, and my hands grip her hips, digging into her flesh. I’ve been marking her every chance I get, whether it’s with my mouth or my fingers. There are pieces of me left on her, and there always fucking will be. I plant my feet on the ground, using them for leverage to fuck her hard and deep. This won’t be fast. It never is when it comes to Clementine. My woman likes the slow burn, for her orgasm to slowly take her over when my cock is inside her. When it’s my mouth or my fingers, well, that’s another story entirely. She lights up brighter than the fireworks on the Fourth of July in those moments.