Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
My cock is leaking on the floor, skin turning cool from the water droplets coating it, but I just can’t stop licking at her flesh, loving the way her clit swells against my tongue, hardening as her body prepares to explode.
We both hiss when I pull back. As desperate as she is to come, I’m equally as needy to feel that explosion on my bare dick.
Last night was an eye-opening experience, and I know I’ll never be the same.
I stand, swiping a hand over the mirror as I pull her hair from her face.
Wide eyes and flushed cheeks peer back at me in the reflection, and as I rub my cock against her ass, her open mouth makes me want to fill it.
“I’m already too close to coming,” I hiss in explanation, more to my cock than her.
I may end up coming down her throat before the sun rises in the morning, but that’s not how tonight is going to begin.
“Going to fuck you bare again,” I pant as I lower my eyes to the tip of my cock before running it over her slit with the simple forward movement of my hips. My dick knows exactly where it belongs and requires no fucking help getting there.
“Spade,” she whispers, her hips circling when I pull back without sliding inside of her.
“Gonna fill you up, Sylvie.”
“Spade,” she says, more desperation in her tone.
“Gonna watch as my cum drips out of your tight pussy.”
“Please,” she begs, and my mouth runs dry as I arrow my cock right where it needs to be.
I try to go slow, honestly, I do. But the second the heat of her wraps around me, I press forward too roughly.
Her hips meet the granite countertop, a whimper of pain escaping her lips, but when her eyes find mine in the mirror, they’re filled with need and desire rather than irritation.
“Stop clamping down,” I say, my fingers digging into her side.
“Not doing it on purpose,” she says, her eyes losing focus.
I pull out, smiling when her eyes snap open, glaring at me as if I just offended her in the worst way possible.
She squeals when I lift her, carrying her under my arm like a bratty toddler toward her bed.
The giggle that erupts from her when I throw her on the bed is better than angels singing, but I don’t have the control to keep from covering her body with my own.
The laughter stops the second I press into her again, replaced with a breathy moan I feel on my lips as it escapes her throat.
“Never,” I confess, feeling a little crazed as I move her further up the bed, holding her hands over her head.
Don’t get me wrong. I want them on me but I’ll never get her to the finish line if she digs those fucking talons into my back or ass right now. “Goddamn it.”
I flip her to her stomach, pressing myself flush to her back, and she doesn’t even have time to draw her legs up before I’m in her again.
I dig a rough hand between her body and the bed, pressing my fingers to her clit.
Fuck. When was the last time I had to visualize something else to keep from coming too quickly?
I pinch her clit, a little angry that I can’t control my own body, and it sets her off. Her scream of pleasure echoes all around us, and goddamn, as much as I want to paint her entire body with cum, I know I’ll never have the ability to pull from her slick, tight heat with engorged balls.
My nuts draw up, giving me half a second of warning, and I press into her as far as I can, feeling like a wild animal as I explode.
I dig my teeth into her shoulder, a feral instinct to lock her in place so she doesn’t waste a drop.
I’d apologize for it later, but her pussy clamps down on me, the repetitious pulsing making it clear that she’s coming again.
It seems like a millennium passes before my cock stops jerking. As much as I want to hold her, I flop to the bed, my breaths ragged. It’s either this or risk collapsing on her.
No fucking joke. I’ve never come so hard in my life. White spots infiltrate my vision, fading away when I try to focus on individual ones. My lungs feel restricted as if I’m holding my breath or something.
I manage a chuckle when she pats my chest, something I take as a job well done because she seems just as incapable of speech right now as I am.
My eyelids grow heavy, and I give into the draw of sleep, but before I can fully drift off, my phone starts ringing in my jeans.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I lift my heavy sex-satisfied body from the bed, glancing back at Sylvie as I stand.