Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
We arrived at her front door, and she unlocked it. “I want to invite you inside, but I know you have surgery in the morning. Don’t want to mess you up.” She let the door swing open before she set her purse on the table beside the door.
It was nice to be with a woman who already knew every aspect of my stressful life, so I didn’t have to explain everything. “Yeah, I can’t sleep over. But I can hang out for a bit…” Just an hour or so.
A smile entered her face as she turned away. “Great. You want some water?”
“Sure.” I shut the door behind me and moved to a spot on the couch.
She came back a moment later, carrying my water as well as a glass of wine for herself, probably because she knew I couldn’t have more than a single glass at dinnertime, not if I was operating the next day.
We sat together on the couch, but she didn’t turn on the TV. Her apartment was small, with a single three-seater couch and a TV on the entertainment console on the wall. Her kitchen and dining room were crammed together, and she had one bedroom down the hallway. But it was cozy, having colored pillows, a nice rug, picture frames of her family on the table.
My arm moved over the back of the couch as I sat beside her, my fingers lightly playing with her hair.
She pivoted her body into me, and without reservation, she cupped my face and kissed me, starting a make-out session. She gripped the back of my neck as she breathed into my mouth, her leg moving over mine, throwing herself at me like this been on her mind all throughout dinner.
It was hot.
I pulled her closer to me and immediately slid my hand up under her sweater and bra so I could palm her tit.
She moved farther on top of me, eventually straddling my thighs and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I squeezed her ass with my hands, moaning into her mouth because I could feel how tight it was through her jeans. I had her right on my lap, so I guided her hips and dragged her bottom over my dick, letting her use it as a vibrator again.
Her kiss was fierce, hungry, possessive, kissing me the way I’d first kissed her, like I was hers and she wasn’t going to let me go. Her nails clawed at my chest as they moved over my shirt, over my abs, and then to my jeans. She got them undone with a quick flick of the wrist, and in a single fluid motion, she slid her body down to the floor between my knees, taking my jeans and boxers along for the ride.
Oh fuuuuuck.
My dick was out in the open, thick and long, with a fat vein running down the shaft. It all happened so fast, and now that my dick hit the cool air and I watched her eye it like brunch on a Sunday, my entire body tensed in excitement.
“Damn,” she whispered. “That is a nice dick.”
It was like a goddamn porno playing out in front of me, with this unbelievably gorgeous woman wanting to eat every single inch of my cock.
She moved farther between my legs, grabbed my dick by the base, and then spat on it before she started to jerk me off, looking me in the eye with her lips slightly parted in anticipation, her eyes lidded with desire, covered with smoky eye makeup.
All I could do was moan, grunt, and enjoy it.
Her hand moved back to the base, pointed my dick in the air, and then she prepped her mouth for insertion, flattening her tongue and opening her lips wide, looking at me before she bent her neck and let it sink into her mouth.
My head rolled back, and I released a moan as I felt her wet mouth make contact with my dick, eating my cock like the dinner I bought her wasn’t enough to keep her stomach full. I breathed hard as I felt her mouth up and down, careful to protect my dick from her teeth, the grooves of her tongue exciting my nerves more.
I lifted my head once the initial shock had passed, and then I just watched the show.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth then started to kiss the head, making out with it the way she made out with me, dragging her tongue across the crown, sucking it gently, and then slathering it with kisses.
Jesus fucking Christ. “Baby…” My hand gripped her neck, and I guided her down my length. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” She barely got started, but that was all it took, and I’d had blue balls for the last couple weeks because I wasn’t getting any. And then I’d made her come a couple times, and that left me with a permanent hard-on.