Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
My panties were sliding down, down, down, and off. No one had ever done this to me. Truthfully, I was the only one who had ever given myself an orgasm and I always stopped probably a bit short because the intensity always frightened me. The few sexual partners I’d had were more interested in getting themselves off than even figuring out where the clit was.
But, Tommy Ferrano was in between my legs, tongue swirling around my girlie parts, and my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. He sure knew where it was. And I was about to go off like a hand grenade with the pin pulled out.
Holy shit, that felt intense! He flicked the covers off and now I didn’t just feel it, I could see it. He looked up at me, twirled his tongue, sucked inward, and then he gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my whole damn life. He was the ice cream parlor guy right now, my fantasy come true. Messy bedhead, twinkling pale brown eyes looking sparkly almost like quartz, all muscles and a potently male scent coming off him. Was I dreaming? My head rolled back and my back arched, letting out a squeak as sensation rolled through me.
She was like heaven, wrapped tight around my tongue. She had a tight shaved pussy that, when I spread her folds apart, was so pink and perfect that taking those panties off felt like Christmas morning. She tasted a little like pineapple. What was even more amazing was the way she was responding. I’d woken up at dawn with her sprawled across me, looking, feeling, and smelling gorgeous.
It was the longest uninterrupted sleep that I could remember. I was always up two or three times a night, but I’d slept seven hours straight and woke up with this goddess draped over me, her silky hair fanned out across my shoulder, her fingertips touching one of my nipples. Her hot palm had skated across my skin and she’d let out a sleepy moan as I’d run my fingers through her hair.
So, I flipped her over and kissed my way down the shirt and nestled between her legs while I pushed those silky black panties down.
She was so responsive, moaning in her sleep and spreading her legs for me. She tasted so good, sounded so sweet when she moaned, and she was mine, moaning for me. Something about that just called to me on a deep level.
When her eyes had opened and she looked so flushed, but didn’t pull away, instead arched and let out that hard shudder and high pitched “Ah!” it was perfection. My hand slid up under the shirt and cupped a breast, feeling the silky tip harden under my touch. Fuck, I had to be inside of her. Now.
After giving me the most intense orgasm I’d ever had and the only orgasm I’ve ever had not alone, he rose up my body and settled directly on top of me, looking at me with a smile on his face. I was wide-eyed and probably red-faced, and more than anything, I was freaking scared. The earth had just shattered, and I was in pieces. He’d caught me off guard, doing this to me while I slept. And I was afraid because I didn’t know what was next.
He reached down, not breaking eye contact with me, and freed his erection from his underwear. I was about to protest, but in an instant, he pushed inside of me, hard and to the root. His eyes sparkled as I winced.
“Not a virgin,” he whispered, “but close.”
I shut my eyes and chewed my lip, absorbing the feel of him and at the same time continuing to let the horror sink in.
“Tell me, baby girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear. “Anybody ever make you come like that?”
I would’ve gulped, but I couldn’t swallow. My face was beet-red, I was sure, but I had goose bumps everywhere, too.
“Good,” he whispered against my forehead and then kissed it. “Might as well have been a virgin then. I want to gut anyone who has had their sorry excuse for a cock inside you.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, then said, “Play your cards right and this big, hard cock is the only one you’ll ever have inside you again.”
The seriousness on his face struck fear down in my gut. Then his tongue was in my mouth. I wanted to pull away. I didn’t want to taste myself on him. But, he wasn’t letting me move. He kept pushing deep into me down below, his tongue tracing across my lips, darting inside. His lips were strong, demanding.
“Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby,” he whispered.
I was frozen.
“Now,” he grunted and my arms and legs obeyed him. I didn’t want this but if I fought it I was sure it would turn violent and happen anyway.