Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Ask you to touch yourself while I take off the rest?”
I wrap my hand around my cock, forcing myself to slowly rub myself as she gives me a look that’s full of nerves, but then she tilts her head as if to say, Screw it.
My hand slows down even more when she turns around, looking over her shoulder as she wriggles out of her pants.
Inch by tempting inch, she reveals her round, perfect ass, making my cock bulge even more, so much precome leaking from my end, a big dollop of it drops to the floor.
I can’t wait any longer.
With her pants trapped around her ankles, I rush forward with a growl.
“Fuck, you smell good,” I moan as I slide my hands up her legs, grabbing her ass and then shoving my face right up against her pussy.
There’s nothing civilized in the way I start feasting on her pussy, dragging my tongue up between her legs as I massage her ass, my body hunched over and every muscle burning.
She moans in the sexiest way when I start tonguing her. I push my tongue inside of her, tasting as much of her as I can, my hands greedily indulging in her ass as I push the mounds together, massaging.
Her moans shiver when I move to her clit, licking it quickly, flicking my tongue up and down, driven on by the quality of her breathing, her ass shifting against me, rubbing against my face as I massage her.
Her gasps increase as she bucks against me, and I keep licking her, faster and with more focus, knowing there’s nothing that can make me stop.
Every part of me is focused on her taste, the feel of her ass, and her moans.
“I can feel how close your young tight pussy is,” I growl as I trail my hand to her sex and gently push my finger inside.
She grips me instantly, making the end of my cock twitch as I imagine driving inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper as my woman sits back against me, her voluptuous ass flattening against my abs.
I finger her tightness quicker and quicker as I greedily lick her clit, paying it all the attention she’s worth, letting her feel all the need erupting from me.
She gasps and collapses forward.
I follow her, never separating from her pussy, as she lies on her front and starts to vibrate for me.
My face is buried in her ass, my tongue attacking her clit as her body shivers with more and more force, making me feel so damn blessed I’m the one who gets to be with her.
Her curvy body jiggles so gorgeously, her thick ass dancing against my touch.
She stops shaking. Her body going tense.
“Oh, oh,” she whimpers.
“That’s it.” I grab her ass with more possession. “Cream all over my mouth. I need to taste you. Now.”
“Don’t… stop.”
The sassiness in my butterfly’s voice is enough to drive me on, enough to make me focus on her clit with renewed force.
Her pussy flutters around my finger as I slip in and out faster, like her virgin body is talking to me as more wetness floods out of her.
I remove my finger, opening my mouth wide as I keep licking her clit, tasting her tangy juices, her gorgeous cream, as she empties all over me.
Then I stand, staring down at her round ass, my cock so hard it hurts.
“I need to be inside of you,” I growl. “I need to fuck that tight little hole until you cream all over again.”
She rolls onto her back, staring up with wide eyes.
And then her mother starts to scream from the hallway.
A moment later, Speeder is barking.
CHAPTER 21
Mia
I get dressed quickly, rushing even as instincts tell me to stay here with Killian.
Voices scream at me to find a way to ignore Mom’s yelling, to ignore Speeder’s barking.
When Killian was between my legs, I felt a pleasure I never dreamed I’d experience, but it went far beyond the physical release. As my pussy fluttered and the orgasm shivered through me, it was like I was feeling the future beckoning to me.
Killian’s right.
When I’m with him, I don’t need my cocoon anymore.
After getting dressed, I rush for the door.
Killian’s already there, pulling it open.
Looking around him, I see Mom sitting against the wall, yelling as Speeder approaches her, barking.
The more Mom yells, the more Speeder barks.
“Make him stop,” Mom yells. “Make him stop.”
“Speeder,” Killian says fiercely. “Here, boy. Now.”
Speeder turns, and I see the happiness on his face, the glint in his eyes. The barking wasn’t angry either. There was nothing fierce in it, more like the high-pitched yapping a dog offers when he wants to play.
And then I see the reason why.
“Mom,” I say, nodding to her hand. “He thinks that’s a toy.”
She’s holding a medicine bottle.
“This?” she says, waving it.