Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“No. No Alex. You are not supposed to..” I cut her off and lick my spit from her ass with the flat of my tongue. I dip what tiny bit I can into her hole before swirling around it. “Holy shit!!!” She shouts the profanity into the not so holy night, and my prick jizzes all over my stomach. Seems he likes it when she talks dirty.
I don’t stop feasting. I move up and down her slit, licking, sucking, and biting, leaving bruises and evidence of my conquest. I lick her like a dog searching for the last bit of food in his bowl. With abandon and fervor. “This pussy and ass is so sweet, baby. Who the hell needs frosting when I can put this cream on my cakes?”
“Mother of Mary. Alex, why does it feel so good?” I don’t stop indulging to answer her question. I lick her from her rosebud to her untouched hole again, dipping inside of it, groaning when I feel how tight she is. My fucking tongue can’t even penetrate this space. “It's too much. I feel too much.” I hear her protest, but I won’t stop, and she doesn’t want me to stop. Her hips haven't stopped gyrating, searching for release since I started.
“Shit!” The curse slips my mouth when I come for the third time, humping the air and my hand. Just laving her honey makes my prick happy. “Such a sloppy, greedy gash you have, Pequeña.”
My tongue moves over and over, paying special attention to the sensitive nerve at her opening, moving my tongue in circles, up and downside to side. “You taste like a naughty dessert, baby. Look at how your cream is covering my face.” I see her lean up so she can see what her fucking snatch has made of my face. Her eyes darken right before she licks her lips. “You want to taste your cream, baby?” She nods her head, her face the shade of roses.
Groaning, I squeeze my cock so he won’t strangle me to death for not stuffing him inside of her warm cave. I promise him I will get to it soon. I kiss her body, thighs, stomach, and nipples before reaching her face. “Can you smell yourself, baby? Do you smell how sweet and decadent you are?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. I simply devour her moans with my own, sharing her taste with her, trying to convey with actions and emotions what this moment is going to mean.
My cock, the unruly fuck, is using this moment to his advantage, rubbing against her slippery lips, sliding between them. She kisses me back, her hands on my head, holding me to her. Her lower half begins rocking against my sneaky tool, racing toward another orgasm.
“This feels so good, Alex.”
“I know, baby. I know.” is all I can say as we suck each other's face.
“This can’t be wrong. Can’t be wrong.” She chants over and over before she screams another release. Christ. Nothing about that is wrong.
I should slide my fingers inside of her. I should stretch her more. Get her ready for me, but the animal between my legs is demanding I do it now and stop stalling. The son of a bitch has waited like a fucking saint. I won’t deny him this.
Kissing her is erotic as hell. Her innocent pleading and urgent noises have me spitting against her mound and waist. My cock moves up and down her slit spreading the cream to make my breach easier.
I stop moving right before the head pushes in and simply look at this deceptively sexy angel in my arms. I kiss her slowly, wanting to take a second, so she feels something other than my madness. Moving her hair aside, I kiss her cheeks and eyes before her lips once more. “Hey, sweet girl,” I say between kisses.
“Alex. What’s wrong?” She asks, flushed and sweaty. Her eyes no longer look like the innocent concerned ones I was met with on the first day of school. No. She looks awake and ready.
“Nothing is wrong, love. Everything is right. So fucking right.” I say right before I steal what thoughts she has left. “Open those thighs, baby, and welcome your future husband home.”
With one hand, I push her legs wider. My other hand moves my soaked tip up and down her slit before stopping right at the opening inside of her. I push, teeth-gnashing against one another as I try to go slow. But, with the blinding lights popping into my eyes, I don’t fucking know if I can. “Fucking shit, you’re so tight. Let me in Pequeña. Let me have you.”
The minute my mushroom makes it past the hole, it is like a noose has been removed from around my neck and put around my balls. Her mouth opens, screaming in silence and the asshole inside of me says, ‘Hey. They say silence is golden.’ I am such an ass.