Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Nat brings each of her hands to her mouth, licking the palms before wrapping them around my throbbing rod, squeezing gently as she moves up and down.
“Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back onto the couch cushion.
Her wicked fingers work me up and down until pre-cum drips from my dick, and I have to think about something else so I won’t come like a fucking teenager.
I’m surprised when Natalie suddenly gets off my lap, only to kneel in front of me. I open my eyes and watch her in awe as she takes the base of my cock with her dainty hand to guide the tip between her smiling, plump lips.
Her hands feel amazing, but the second her hot tongue meets my aching skin, I almost shoot a load into her mouth.
“You feel so good.” I can barely talk, overcome with lust. I dig my fingers into her thick hair. Holding her head, but letting her set her own pace. Her head bobs up and down as she tries to take me deeper with every thrust. Even with her hand around my base and the tip tapping against the back of her throat, she can’t manage to take all of me. That doesn’t stop her from trying. I can’t help but grin. This is so typical for Natalie. What an overachiever. Even when it comes to blow jobs.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better stop and get back up here.”
Her blue eyes meet my gray ones through her thick black lashes. The same unhinged lust I’m feeling swirling around inside my chest reflects back at me. Without breaking eye contact, she pops my dick out of her mouth and runs her tongue over her upper lip seductively. Christ. This woman is going to be the end of me.
She rises to her feet, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. She starts undoing them one by one. She lets the blouse fall to the ground, the soft fabric slides off her silky skin with ease. The pink lace bra—only a few hues pinker than her skin—matches the panties she reveals a moment later when she pushes down her slacks without unbuttoning them. She slides them down her long legs slowly, bending down at the waist until she reaches her ankles. Once she steps out of the fabric gathered at her feet, she dips her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and repeats the motion.
My cock has never been so hard. She straightens back up, and I use that moment to take her in to memorize every curve of her exquisite body. Her pussy is shaved and bare, her stomach flat, and her tits are just the right size to fill my hands. Her nipples are light pink and begging to be sucked on. I saw her naked in the cabin, but this is different. At the cabin, she did it to shock us. This is sensual. There is a connection between us now. An invisible electric bond tethering between us.
As if she could hear me beckoning her to me, she climbs onto my lap and positions herself over my cock. I take her face between my hands and bring her mouth to mine just as she lowers herself onto me. Our lips seal in a passionate kiss while her tight cunt sheathes my aching cock. I fantasized about her pussy wrapped around me so many times this almost feels surreal.
She impales herself all the way down. I’m impressed she can take me in this position. Most women can’t. Once again, Natalie surprises me. She doesn’t take long to adjust to my size before moving her hips, circling them at first, while her tongue mimics her movement in my mouth. She tastes like sin and smells like a forbidden fruit.
She breaks the kiss, and I wrap my arms around her torso, pulling her closer, until there is no physical space between us. She mirrors me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and burying her face in the crook of my neck. We can’t be any closer, yet it feels like there is still something between us. I can’t explain it, like an invisible wall I need to break down. It’s in the subtle way her movements are restricted, like she is still holding back.
Part of me wants to ask what’s going on, but the other, more prominent part doesn’t want her to stop bouncing up and down on my dick.
Sex now, talking later, I decide.
Nat rides me for a few more minutes before the tingling in the bottom of my spine becomes too much. I need to come, and I want it to be inside of her. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” she moans into my ear.
I groan. The thought of blowing a load inside of her has my balls tightening. But first, I need to make her come. Lowering my hand between us, I find her clit and start rubbing small circles over it with the rough pad of my thumb. It doesn’t take long before her thighs quiver, and she throws her head back with her release. I keep pressure on the bundle of nerves until it completely stops pulsing and Nat goes limp in my arms.