Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
His tongue parted my folds, licking from the tip of my clit to the top of my ass. He got me nice and slick, my juices mixed with his saliva, creating a hot, slippery mess. His face had to be covered as he assaulted my clit, flicking it back and forth, and thrust his hot tongue into my pulsing sheath.
Each deft movement of his tongue brought me closer and closer to the pinnacle, but just as I was about to roll over, he abruptly stopped and pulled himself up until he was kneeling directly behind me.
The hot hardness of his cock slid up my inner thigh, and the head knocked against my clit, nearly sending me over as well, before he pulled back and lined his cock up with my weeping core.
Both of his hands found my hips, and he slammed himself inside of me, allowing his hard cock to tunnel inside, finding a home deep within my body. What was different this time was that he didn’t control his movements. Normally, he’d stop, not willing to go too far into me because of his size. This time, he didn’t.
“I’ve been dying to go this deep.” James rasped, before sliding back out, and slamming back inside.
I couldn’t say this was a bad feeling, just something totally new. Entirely foreign. Each snap of his hips had him bottoming out, running the engorged head of his cock horribly deep. Deliciously deep.
“Lean down and put your face flat against the bed.” He commanded.
I went down to my elbows and put my face against the soft comforter. And not once did he stop pounding into me with deep, steady strokes. Still not in the desired position, he put his hand in the middle of my back, applying pressure until I dropped down flat, with my shoulders on the mattress.
His hand wiggled in between my body and the mattress, thumb grazing the pebbled bead of my nipple. Somehow, my nipple found a home between the two knuckles of his middle and pointer finger. Once in the desired position, he pulled out, keeping his fisted hand on the mattress, allowing a sharp pinching sensation to radiate through my beaded nipple, shooting a hot burst of pleasure straight to my core.
He repeated the process on the other side, until both of my nipples were held tightly in his grasp. Then he started fucking me. Hard. Much harder than he’d ever done before. Each push of his hips had my knees rising off the bed, which in turn tugged deliciously on my nipples that were still held in his unyielding grip.
To stifle my cries of pleasure, I buried my face into James’ pillow. Breathing in his scent, while he tunneled inside of me, it somehow loosened what little control he had left.
Everything happened at once. My cry of release burst free of my lips, he yanked the pillow away from my grasp, and left with no other way to stifle my screams. I turned my head and bit down on his forearm, staunching my cries of pleasure.
At my own loss of control, he pulled free of me abruptly. My convulsing core cried out at the loss of his thick length. My eyes squeezed tight as I thrust my hands down between the bed and my body, thrusting my fingers into my body to relieve the emptiness he’d left me with.
However, I understood why he’d done it moments later when I felt the hot jet of his semen burst free of his cock and land in wet splashes against my ass, dripping down until it reached my fingers that were still working inside of me with furious pushes.
Once his semen hit my fingers, and our juices combined, another orgasm burst free of me, launching me to the place that I only ever accomplished when I was with James. His cock returned to me, pushing past the two fingers that were still buried deep, and stopped when he hit the end of me.
Leveling himself up, he turned us until we were both on our sides, him still buried inside of me.
When I started to pull my fingers free, he stopped me with his hand, and held us together until his cock softened and slipped free. He removed my fingers, tangling them with his own, and curled them in tight to my body, pulling me closer until no space was left between us.
It was close to five minutes later before my body and mind finally reconnected. “I need to shower.” I said finally.
“In the morning.” He said in a sleep tinged voice.
“It is the morning.” I argued.
“Shiloh.” He sighed.
“But...”
He tightened his arm, effectually stifling my protests.
“Tomorrow. Go to sleep.” He demanded.
“Fine.” I huffed.
Sleep came easily after that. My body was exhausted, and with the one glance at the clock before I nodded off, it didn’t really surprise me. It was going on five in the morning. Tomorrow should be fun.
Chapter 21
You had me at, “I hate that bitch, too.”
-T-shirt
James
I looked across the room one more time at Shiloh’s sleeping form before closing the door softly, and heading into the kitchen. The sound of my mother’s and Janie’s voices woke me around four hours after I’d fallen asleep, and I felt like I’d been run over by a freight train.
My head pounded, my eyes burned, but one thing I couldn’t complain about was my satiety. I was so goddamned sated that I could fucking breath again. Oh, the anger was still there, but the furious recklessness wasn’t. I still would go forward with my plan, but I wouldn’t be stupid about making the plan become reality. Something huge was happening right under my nose. I planned to find out exactly what it was. Today.
“Hi, daddy. I can’t find Shiloh.” Janie said as she saw me.
I smiled. “She’s asleep in daddy’s bed. Mom, could you give me and Janie a minute?”
She smiled her mother’s smile at me, and patted me on the head before leaving the room.
“Janie, I need to talk to you about something.” I started.