Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
It’s never gone beyond this, although I did suck on her tits last night. I see them now bouncing below me, the pink buds begging for a taste. It was dark last night and I wasn’t thinking when I did it, but she didn’t stop me and she’s so close, I don’t think she will now.
Leaning down, I tongue one and she rocks her hips up. I feel the wet cotton of her panties drift across the tip of my cock that’s somehow escaped my boxer briefs. Every day we sneak a little closer to the edge and every day I wonder how far she will let this go.
If it were up to me I’d be balls deep making babies inside of her, but she’s got to focus. I don’t know that this necessarily helps, but it doesn’t seem to hurt.
“Shit.” She says it like a hiss and I love her dirty mouth.
I pop her nipple out of my mouth and then blow on it to watch it tighten against the chill. She’s so fucking wet my cock just slides over her pussy. I look down and see her panties have wedged between her lips and it’s tight over her clit. I grab the top of her panties and pull up so the cotton between is even tighter against it. Somehow my boxer briefs move lower and now I can feel her lips on my shaft.
What I want to do more than anything is yank the sopping wet material to the side and sink into her in one long stroke. I know it would be exactly what we both want but there’s something about this buildup that’s both maddening and so damn good.
“Please, Vaughn, just do it.”
“Stop it,” I say through gritted teeth. She’s been pushing me to do more, but I’ve held back this long so I can wait a little longer.
“It’s not enough anymore,” she pants as she pinches her own nipple.
“Goddamn it, I said stop it.”
“Maybe just the tip?” She bites her lip and I have to grab the pillow to keep from doing what she asks.
“No.” My bare cock drags across her pussy lips, with that fucking strip of her panties keeping me from her entrance.
“You can pull out.” She could make a priest forget his vows.
“I won’t.” I grab her wrist and pull it away from her tits and then pin it above her. “If I have one inch of that sweet cunt around my cock I’m cumming in you.”
“I want to know what it feels like.” She says it so softly I almost don’t hear it. But my cock does.
Cum leaks out of it and spreads across her lips. As if she can read my mind, she looks down to watch it and we both can’t take our eyes off of it. The sight of my cum spread over her pussy is too much and I have to look away.
She sneaks her hand down between us and I hiss when she wraps her finger around my exposed length. Without me telling my body what to do, I thrust into her palm like I would her pussy. My breath catches in my throat and I almost choke.
It’s too good, yet I know it would be so much better if I could only slip inside.
My phone blares from somewhere on the floor but we ignore it. I’m so close to the edge all I need is her to drag her thumb across the tip one more time and I’m done for.
The phone goes silent but immediately goes off again and my jaw tightens.
“Don’t answer that,” she begs when I go to move off the bed.
One look at her with my shirt bunched up and nearly every inch of her on display has me doing exactly what she tells me to. I practically fall on top of her and press my lips to hers as I go back to humping against her.
My phone goes off one more time and I know in my gut this can’t wait.
“Go get ready. We’ll pick up where we left off after your exam tonight.”
She growls like an angry kitten as I get off the bed and search for my pants. “I’m not happy about it either, sweet thing.”
As I find my phone she stomps off to the bathroom and I grit my teeth. This better be good. I stuff my angry dick back in my boxer briefs and try to rub the ache away. I scroll through my phone with the other hand and see that I’ve got about a dozen missed texts from X and all the phone calls were from him too. When I hear the shower running I walk out of the bedroom and quietly close the door behind me as I call him back.
“Did you finally finish or am I interrupting?” His cocky response irritates me.