Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Come here,” he rasps, extending his arm out to me, but I don’t listen. Instead, I lick him from the base to the tip. Back down again and I suck a ball into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue and gently sucking. I stroke him as I alternate between left and right. I repeat the path back up, but this time I take him in halfway, wrapping my hand around the base and pumping. I draw him in and out of my mouth slowly.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Your mouth is perfect.” Then I feel his hips start to flex underneath me, trying to go deeper. I tug down on his balls and keep my slow rhythm. He’s yanking on my hair now, trying to control me, wanting more. I withdraw him completely from my mouth and nibble my way down his cock, running my wet lips up and down, completely coating him with saliva. I prop myself up on my elbows and hover just above, poking out my tongue and drawing circles around the very tip. Then, when I hear him moaning, whining even, I plunge down on him, and I keep going, his wet cock glides through my mouth, over my tongue, and comes to rest at the top of my throat. Chris’s hands have stilled in my hair, and he’s not making a sound anymore aside from his heavy breathing. I inhale deeply through my nose, and I’m flooded by his unique, musky scent. I reach behind to cup my pussy, suddenly aware of the growing wetness and full feeling. Chris’s fingers twitch in my hair, and I take him down further, this time earning a groan.
“Good girl. You can take more,” he encourages. “Take it all.”
I come up for air and look up his body. His eyes are on me, waiting. I move slowly, sucking the head between my lips, and then I take him, until my nose meets his body. I feel the head of his cock go down my throat. Chris’s hands hold my head now, and I feel him thrusting against the backwall of my throat. I take a few breaths through my nose until I come up, coughing and wiping my mouth.
“Fuck, get on me,” he commands. He sits up straight and attacks my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping in one deft motion. I lay back and he tugs them, my panties coming off with them. He hooks his hands under my armpits and lies back down, pulling me on top of him. On my knees I sit over him. He holds his cock, covered in saliva, in one hand, and with the other, he guides my hip down, impaling me. I hiss when he enters me, and when I lean back, resting my hands back on his knees, I rock slowly. Whenever I shift forward my clit makes contact with the base of dick, and I speed up, wanting to feel that sensation more.
“You look amazing,” he says. “You’re getting so wet. I want to feel you come.” His hand grabs my tit and I cover it with my own. Squeezing hard as he squeezes. I increase my rhythm and his hand tightens on me, leading me back and forth by my breast. My thigh muscles begin to twitch and tighten, and the feeling in my pussy is spreading warmth up my stomach, through my chest. I slip a bit, and momentarily lose the contact I need, but I angle forward and find it again. This time I know it’s certain, and I keep moving, keep grinding, as the waves crash in. My hand is by his head now, and my movements are erratic. Chris takes over, grabbing my ass and slamming it down onto him.
“Jesus, I feel it. Don’t stop,” he says. His fingers are digging into my flesh painfully, but I don’t care. I feel my pussy contracting around him, and then I feel him jerk. His groan fills the room and he shoots the first of his hot cum inside me. My chest is flush against his, and our bodies rise and fall against each other as the last spasms of our orgasms subside. I wiggle down so I can lay my head against his chest. I hear his heart pounding. I feel his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. I feel secure. Completely accepted for who I am.
“Chris,” I whisper up to him.
“Hmmm?”
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Chris
Four Months Later
I watch her arms break above the water and marvel at the strong line of her body. She’s powerful as she moves down the lane, her legs kicking a steadily and her face bright red from exertion. She somersaults at the end of the pool and starts heading back up. I look at my watch and see we only have thirty minutes if we want to meet the realtor in Brooklyn. I bring my fingers to my lips and let out a piercing whistle. That gets her attention.