Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Ahhh…” she cooed.
He grabbed onto her hips, curling his tongue up and down her wet, dripping zone. Her fingers dipped between her honey-drizzled thighs and she stroked her clit as he devoured her whole. Pushing her hand away, he massaged her tender bud, making it peak.
“Damn, Caspian. Shit!” She shuddered and drained onto his tongue while he crawled between her gaping legs, lying on his back, and forced her down onto him.
“Ride my fucking face.”
She dropped low and began gyrating her hips, grinding against his open mouth and tugging on his hair as she anchored herself to him. He fucked her with his tongue, drawing slurred words and whispers from her until she convulsed. Fingers digging into the soft cushion of her ass cheek, he restrained her against his lapping tongue. She’d cum once, and he was determined to make her do it again. He created slippery designs up and down her pussy with the tip of his tongue while gliding two fingers inside of her misty chasm.
“That’s it…” He sucked on her garden slow and hard until she poured her libations all over him once again. Her screams of ecstasy rivaled Outkast’s chorus of, ‘She Lives in My Lap’ that played through the surround sound speakers. When she settled, he got to his feet with her in tow and wrapped her legs over his shoulders. Crisscrossing his arms around her back, he consumed her pussy. Overdosing on her love.
“Cas…Caspian… Oh… God…” She went limp and he caught her as she quaked against him, her muscles tightening then relaxing, losing control of herself.
He then lay her down on the floor near the fireplace and went to retrieve the packet of condoms out of his wallet. Tearing one open, he slipped it down his hungry dick. Walking back to her, he lifted her from the floor and guided her arms and legs around him, then zeroed in on her left breast, sucking the soft, dark nipple until it became hard candy in his mouth. He went to the other breast, going back and forth between them. He relished the feel of her titties and the way she responded to his every touch.
“Uhhh…” He groaned as he drove his dick deep inside of her, as far as he could go.
“OH, FUCK!”
He bounced her up and down his shaft, sucking her tits along the way. Her tight, wet pussy felt like heaven on earth. The perfect casing for his cock.
“Fuck me with that big dick! … Oh, shit!”
He slapped into her with each monstrous thrust, moving to the beat of the music, keeping the tempo just right.
“One day, I’m gonna fuck you in a cornfield, baby. That way, you can replace a bad memory with a good one.”
She climaxed and shook against him. Her voice was like a melody he’d never heard before. Feminine. Urgent. Needy. Full of desire. He walked her across the room and pressed her body against the wall, turned so her back and ass faced him. Keeping her steady with one hand, he grabbed his dick and pushed up inside her once again.
Their moans and cries overlapped and echoed as he made love to her, slow and easy. He increased his pace, and her body began to slide up and down the wall. She pressed her palms against the wall, stabilizing herself as he had his way with her, his movements, once loving and leisurely, now urgent and hard.
“Uhhhh! I’m cummin’, baby!” He jam-packed the condom in brisk bursts. The muscles in his legs burned as he emptied out every drop of cum he had.
After a few moments, he tenderly placed her down on her feet and rested his head against her back, taking several deep breaths. She fumbled about, trying to grab his hand, then intertwined their fingers. They breathed in unison. Making music. Making audible art. To be heard. To be seen. To be spoken. Her heartbeat became his voice.
She became the silence he’d befriended, the quiet he’d wrapped around himself like a blanket when he could no longer speak. He gradually stepped away from her. She turned and faced him, but neither said a word. Leaving her, he went to the half bathroom down there in the basement, keeping the door wide open. He discarded the condom into the trashcan then washed his hands before returning to pick their clothes off the floor and turning off everything. At last, he returned to her, taking her hand. Leading her up the stairs, they found the music from the first floor was still playing. Ari Lennox’s, ‘POF,’ greeted them as they reached the top step.
Naked, warm, sweaty…
Falling…
“AHHH! Caspian, no!” She squealed and laughed when he suddenly crouched down and forced her halfway on his back. She clasped her arms around his neck after he insisted she go for a journey, then got to galloping around like a horse, giving her a piggyback ride. He could feel her breasts against his back, and the warmth from between her thighs that made him hard all over again. Her laughter felt so good, vibrating straight into his body. Skin on skin. Ushering her into the bedroom, he placed her on the bed and lit a couple of candles…