Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
And said goodbye to the world along with her.
I kissed her for a long, long time before she wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me close, pussy grinding against my hard-on, but I didn’t quicken up. We’d barely even started.
The little angel showed the very first hint of girlish brattiness when I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath. She stared up at me as she wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. Her words were like temptation personified when she spoke them aloud. Her tone was low, heightened by an electric streak of confidence.
“Play with my cunt, Julian,” she said. “I really can’t take any more.”
Chapter Eleven
Rosie
I coaxed Julian with everything I had. I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist and ground against him, out of control. I was going insane with the need to feel him inside me. But he wouldn’t give it. I knew that. He’d meant what he said. So, I’d take what I was given, just as he told me to. And right now, I needed to feel him on my pussy – cunt – teasing my sweet spot the way he’d teased the rest of me.
I was naked and exposed, but it felt secondary to lust. My shyness was lost to the craziness as he brushed some stray hair from my face. He was still in his suit, composed over me. Such a contrast, it made me want him even more.
“Please,” I said. “Play with my cunt, Julian.”
It felt so strange to say that word, but he loved it. It made him smile.
I could have cried out in relief when he moved to my side and trailed his fingers down my stomach. My nipples were still bullet hard as I gripped the headboard, my legs spreading naturally as his hand kept on moving. I wondered if he’d go straight to my clit and have me coming in a flash – because I would do – but of course he didn’t. He pressed a finger on either side of my pussy lips and eased them open. Nakedness felt like nothing compared to the exposure I felt with my pussy spread for his stare.
“You have a such a pretty cunt,” he said. “Your slit is so wet. It would be so good to slide my fingers inside you.”
He pressed, just a touch, and I groaned, my pussy burning up.
“Do it,” I said, but he shook his head, a glint of a tease in his eyes.
“Like I said, you’re a long way off that, yet. This is all about your pleasure.”
I cried out as he pressed the base of his thumb hard against my clit. It sent off a spark that zipped right the way up to my nipples. I couldn’t stop myself squirming. A few circles of my own fingers and I’d be done for, over the edge in an instant. I knew he could do the same, but he didn’t. He kept the pressure on. Still and steady.
“Legs up,” he told me, and I raised them to my chest, letting my knees fall wide. I was lost to the shyness of everything now. I didn’t care how exposed I was. I knew he’d be able to see my asshole, and the wetness of my pussy, practically dripping.
He positioned himself between my legs, with his face up close between my thighs. When he pressed his thumb right back on my clit, I had to moan again. I could have tossed and turned, and squirmed against him, hypersensitive – and I would have done, if I wasn’t so desperate to do as he told me. I wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please me.
His tongue swept up between my pussy lips, lapping at me, but staying just clear of my clit. Every nerve ending in me was alight. I had to grip the headboard, my toes curling.
He did it over and over until I was panting, with my head turned to the side.
“PLEASE!” I said. “PLEASE!”
“Gently,” he said, and blew a breath on me, right there.
Fuck. I wasn’t sure whether I could stand it.
When the tip of Julian’s tongue finally touched my sweet spot, I cried out loud. When he circled me in tiny motions I was burning like the sun.
“That’s it,” he said, then circled some more, slowly. So fucking slowly. I cried out again when he pulled away enough to kiss the inside of my thigh.
“PLEASE! I need to come!”
“Feels nice to be strung so tightly on the edge, doesn’t it? I could keep you here like this all night long. It would be heaven.”
Even the thought made me squirm some more.
“Please, Julian! Please!”
I was delirious when he worked his tongue around my clit again. This time it was faster. I was bucking against him when he began to suck, blown to smithereens, because I had no idea how good clit play could be when it built up like this. I was making sounds I didn’t recognise, murmuring words that made no sense, and nothing mattered but the way his mouth felt on me. I reached the heights of a peak I didn’t know existed, pressing my heels to the bed to lift myself, pushing back against his mouth, and there was nothing but pleasure. Waves of pleasure on top of pleasure, until I was a panting wreck with ringing ears, and my pulse thudding in my temples.