Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“I want everything you want.”
If fucking only, baby. If only…
I graze my stubble along her skin, and she swallows. “So, you won’t stop me if I touch you right here, right now?”
“Do I look like a crazy person?”
A chuckle slips from me, but I choke on it when her breasts push out with her deep inhale, and she reaches up, gripping the neckline of her top. She presses against her tits, and I wonder if she wishes she could reach inside and tug on her nipples.
“Crew?”
“Hmm?”
“Touch me.”
My chest rumbles, and I tip my head, nipping at the skin of her neck, my pulse hammering through my fingertips as my hands dive a little deeper. The teeniest, tiniest bit. My cock threatens to thicken, swelling in size as my pointer finger finds the little puff of her pussy lips hidden behind the thin cotton of her panties.
Davis gasps, her movements pausing for a single second, but she starts dancing as quickly as she stopped. A little slower, a little more out of rhythm, but she’s moving.
The crowd around has grown fuller, the music louder, and the night darker. I spotted Willie and Layla a few minutes ago, both leaning on a tree and talking to a few others. I know he’ll head this way soon, so I need to get to work.
We’re tucked in with the masses and we’re not coming out until my fingers are coated in her cum.
I curve straight for her clit, pressing over it with little to no pressure, nothing but a thin layer of cloth keeping me from discovering how silky soft she is.
I’m instantly flooded with heat, hers radiating off my own and sweeping through my body. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle, and my hips jerk the slightest bit, my dick desperate for friction.
As if she knows what I need, she presses her ass into me, a shaky breath breaking beyond her lips. “Want to know something?” she whispers.
I slip past the hem of her panties, her pussy flexing in response, somehow finding the restraint not to dive right in. “Will it drive me mad?”
“Oh, no doubt in my mind.”
Fuck. I clench my teeth, so I say nothing and so I don’t bite the shit out of her. She takes my silence as her answer.
“I thought it was a poor figure of speech when women would say, ‘he made my panties wet,’ but I can now testify, it is, in fact, not.” She squirms. “It’s so not.”
“You telling me you’re wet for me, Sweets?” I groan. “That when I slide a little farther, my fingers will find a puddle of proof waiting for me?”
“Keep talking like that and people will think I pissed myself.”
Chuckling, I go for it. I dive into her panties, covering her smooth pussy with my palm, and push lower. My middle fingers press between her lips, and I swipe deeper, dragging her juices up until I’m painting her pussy with her own arousal.
My chest caves, the soft slickness of her too much, but somehow not enough.
My abdomen grows taut, an unnatural need to make her come undone burning along my skin.
I kiss her neck, swiping my tongue in sync with the stroke of my fingers, and soon, she’s rolling her hips for an entirely different reason. I pretend the sensitive spot is her full, pouty fucking lips. Sucking it into my mouth like I would her tongue, massaging it with my own, but only after I scrape my teeth along it.
Davis gasps and the fucking sound!
My cock begs for mercy he won’t get.
Locking her clit between my fingers, I give a little pinch, but my left hand dips farther, teasing at the edge of her entrance. Rolling her clit with my right, I press the tip of my pointer finger inside her, and she bites down on her lower lip.
I want to bite it back.
I want her to bite me.
She moans, both her hands coming up to dive into my hair. My hat’s flipped off and falls to the grass somewhere, but I don’t care.
Her hands lock around me, pulling my head down as she tries to stretch higher, and I’m close enough to flick her tit with my tongue.
Davis shakes, turns her head, and nips at my jaw.
My eyes slice to hers and hers widen at the sight.
I can only imagine how wild I look, like a man on the edge of a mountain, dying to dive off it. Head-fucking-first.
I’ve got a fucking priceless prize in my palms, and I’m not talking about her pussy, though it deserves the same appreciation. Pure and fucking perfect. Dripping.
I can hardly believe she’s in my hands. I want to devour her, own her.
I want to ruin her, so all she’ll ever crave is me and my touch.
She holds my gaze, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.