Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Yes, yes, yes, please…
His tongue quickened as if he could hear my thoughts begging. I arched myself back, grabbing his upper thighs, moving as if his tongue were the rhythm and my core were his favorite melody.
I fell apart against him, the shaking orgasm causing me to cry out loud. The moment it felt like too much, too powerful, I began to move away, yet he wrapped his hands around my thighs and said, “Not yet,” before he pulled me back for more. That was when it got good. That was when I truly hit the mark. I would’ve pleaded for more, but he gave it freely, unselfishly, with instruction. He made me feel like a queen and worked as if he were nothing more than a peasant trying to earn my good grace. Yet I rode his face as if he were a king, and I wanted to be his humble servant.
As I arched backward, lying against him, I could feel his hardness flicking across my back. He was fully awake and ready to play. Feeling him pulsate against my spine only made me want him more.
Once I finished, he lifted me onto his stomach. The look of pleasure in his eyes made my cheeks heat as a wave of shyness hit me. His beard glistened with my essence before he wickedly wiped his hand across it. His smile matched Hades, and I craved to be his Persephone.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, pulling me down to his face and kissing me with my taste. “You’re amazing. Every piece of you.”
The praise hit me in a way I’d never felt before. I’d never been with a man who admired me in bed with his words. It only increased my confidence.
With him, my body did things I didn’t know it could do. I didn’t know it could respond so well to the right words, praise, and touch. Not only was he physically transforming me but mentally, too. He had me basking in my womanly curves, exploring myself in a new way.
His hands flipped me over effortlessly so I was lying on my back, and he hovered over me. I liked how he did that—how he moved me around like a rag doll as if my weight was an imaginary concept that only existed in my flawed insecurities.
I didn’t know I could feel that much confidence being naked with a stranger when my previous partner hardly looked at me when we were intimate. Sex felt like a chore with John, something we had to get out of the way before returning to our other tasks. That night, though, it became an adventure—a voyage of discovery.
As he hovered over me, I couldn’t stop staring. He felt so familiar, yet I knew we’d never met. He felt like a memory my mind had somehow forgotten along the way. A lost dream that was finally being reimagined.
I pulled off his shirt and then he unbuckled his jeans. An audible gasp slipped from my mouth as he slid down his pants and boxers.
The size and girth of his member should’ve come with a caution sign and a fair warning.
Warning, consumer. Choking hazard. Swallowing this item might result in a stiff jaw and swollen lips. May lead to death if one does not come up for air. Viewer discretion is advised. Explore at your own risk.
My jaw ached looking at it, but a fair trade was a fair trade.
I started to lower myself, and he chuckled a little, shaking his head.
“It’s your birthday,” he told me, laying me back down and kissing my neck. “I’m the one giving the gifts, not you,” he whispered against my earlobe as he spread my legs apart and lowered himself against me. He hurriedly grabbed a condom from his trouser pocket and slid it on before returning to me. His hardness rubbed against my core as his hand moved behind my back. He unhooked my bra with what seemed like a snap of a finger.
My mind turned to mush as his lips fell to my left breast, and he began to flick his tongue back and forth against my nipple in a rhythmic way. He took his huge length and rubbed the tip over my clit several times. I felt the build up of anticipation as he teased me by gliding his length back and forth against my saturated lips. The want and needs of him inside of me were driving me wild as I begged him to take all of me.
“Please,” I breathlessly muttered. “I want all of you…”
His lips danced across mine as if they’d always belonged there. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he plunged inside me with one beautiful, hard thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried as he entered me.
My back arched as he deepened himself. He was initially slow, each inch feeling like a mile. My hands landed against his rock-hard chest as he lifted my legs on his shoulders. He folded me like a pancake and picked up his speed. My legs quivered against him as my hands flew over my head. I pushed the palms of my hands against the headboard, loving his pace, his thickness, his everything.