Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
She tastes incredible, her scent filling my nostrils. I slow my pace, a soft, gentle lick as she comes down, panting, murmuring. When she laughs, that’s a sign to stop. I lift my face, smiling wickedly at my woman. She’s a blissed-out mess, hair wild, shirt rucked up, bra askew.
And we’ve only just begun. “Got a full-length mirror?”
Ellie smiles woozily. “Bedroom,” she says in a sex-drenched voice.
“Take off your shirt. Get on the bed. If you’re not on your hands and knees in ten seconds, waiting for my cock like a good girl, you’ll have to wait for it while I jerk off on your face,” I tell her.
She blinks, then swallows roughly. “Yes, Gabe.”
She pops up and races to her bedroom, stripping on the way, dropping her tank top and bra on the floor.
I rise, tugging off my shirt. When I toss it on the couch, it lands next to…a dog.
Whoa. Was Gigi there the whole time? No clue, but this dog has excellent sex manners. “You’re a good girl too,” I tell the pup, then I head to the bedroom, grabbing a condom from my wallet as I reach the doorway.
Where I just stop. Awed.
It’s like discovering a precious work of art. I’m overwhelmed, and I shake my head in appreciation.
She’s naked and glorious on all fours. There’s a mirror in front of her.
I stride over to her and drag a hand through her lush hair. “Look at me,” I command.
She raises her face. “Yes?”
“You like this? You like the way I fuck you?”
She nods, whip fast. “You haven’t fucked me yet.”
I yank, punitively, on her hair. “Everything I do to you is fucking, sweetheart. Got that? When I eat your pussy, I’m fucking you with my tongue. When I finger you, I fuck you with my fingers. Every way we touch, we fuck.”
She trembles, a long, luxurious shudder that moves down her beautiful back. “I love the way you fuck me.”
“Are you dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Prove it. Now,” I order.
She slips a hand between her thighs. When she shows me her wet fingers, I rub my free hand over my cock. “Put it on your lips, so I can taste you again,” I say.
She runs her fingertip over her lower lip, like she’s applying lip gloss. I bend and lick off the tang of her. My brain nearly short-circuits with lust.
I break the kiss and focus on brass tacks.
“Pick a safe word,” I tell her.
Her lips curve in a grin of filthy delight. “Scooter.”
I smile too. “Perfect, sweetheart,” I tell her, then I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs, move to the other side of the bed, and climb behind her, kneeling between her spread thighs again.
“Now watch in the mirror. Don’t want you to have any doubts about whether I’d give you vanilla sex or not,” I instruct, then roll a condom down my length and notch the head of my cock against her slick heat.
And I sink inside.
Then go still.
I need a moment as her body hugs my cock. She’s tight and hot and fits me like a glove. “This pussy belongs to me,” I growl as I push all the way inside her.
“I know,” she pants, her head falling forward.
My disobedient Ellie. No, no, no. I grab her shoulder. “Watch us,” I warn. “Or I’ll stop.”
She blinks like she’s orienting herself, remembering her orders. “Yes, Gabe,” she says as she raises her face and gazes at us in the mirror.
Then I curl my hand tighter around her shoulder, my fingers digging in possessively. I ease out almost, almost all the way.
She moans. Her back bows and she lifts her ass, inviting me to slam into her.
I heed her wishes. Thrusting deep inside her. Gripping her harder. Listening to her cues, reading her body language, I find our rhythm, a punishing pace that makes her groan and grunt too. We’re both animals, fucking wildly.
I shove a hand into her hair again. Twist her strands around my fist. Jerk hard.
The sound she makes is feral. “Ohhhh,” she moans.
And it’s still not enough for me. “You want me to smack this pretty ass?”
“Hard, please,” she begs.
I lift a hand, then smack.
Smack, tug, fuck.
I leave handprints, and still she’s begging me, more, more, more.
She cries out again, like she’s closer, and I let go of her hair. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I stroke her diamond of a clit and I smack her ass ruthlessly with my other hand until she’s shouting my name and coming on my cock.
My vision blurs.
My brain goes offline as my climax seizes my cells. Pleasure obliterates everything but white-hot bliss with this woman who wants the same kind of wild, dirty, kinky, uninhibited sex I do.
I’ve never been so glad to be wrong about someone.
Sated, for now, I lie next to her and give her the sweet, tender kiss she deserves.