Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I gripped the sheets beneath me, holding on to them tightly, trying to control my breathing. “Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself,” I whispered, knowing that saying those words would put the next series of events into motion.
And I looked forward to it.
I heard him growl low, like this feral animal. He ground his now raging hard-on against my back, and I closed my eyes again and exhaled roughly. I was unbelievably wet, and despite being sore, I wanted him again fiercely.
Before I knew what was happening, Mateo flipped me over so I was on my back and he was looming over me. And then he reached out and grabbed my ankles, curling his big hands around the delicate bones, his fingers touching as he spread my legs wide so he could fit between them. The air left me violently as I watched Mateo look between my legs.
“So fucking wet already for me.”
I bent my knees and placed my feet flat on the bed. He slid his hands up my calves, pushing me even wider open. I was obscenely spread for him.
“Charlotte.” He said my name so huskily, so gravelly, he almost didn’t sound human. “I could devour you, and it wouldn’t be enough. I’ll never get enough.” He added that last part with so much certainty I felt it deep inside me.
He moved closer, situated himself so he had his face right between my legs, and I held my breath. The feeling of his warm breath moving along my pussy had my pulse skyrocketing. “I’ll always be starved for you.” He looked up at me from between my thighs, and I was struck by how fierce he looked in that moment.
His mouth parted slightly, the air leaving him on an exhale. I felt that stream of air move along my exposed lips, causing me to close my eyes and moan harshly.
“I’m going to lick this pretty little pussy until you come all over my face.”
I swore I could feel the vibrations of his voice along every inch of me.
I licked my lips, unsure if I could even respond. I was too worked up, and it had only taken a matter of minutes to get me here.
“Ask me to eat you out, to devour your sweet cunt,” he ordered, commanded in this harsh growl. He had his hand on my inner thighs, his fingers digging into my skin. I knew there would be bruises, and I wanted that mark of ownership. I wanted his mark.
“Lick my pussy,” I whispered. God, I’d never said anything so vulgar before.
His hold on me tightened painfully, that agony and pleasure mixing as one.
And while he stared into my eyes, he leaned in close and ran his tongue up my center, from my pussy hole to my clit. I opened my mouth and moaned, gripping the sheets beneath me and pulling at them as if they could keep me stable.
He latched his mouth on my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves in long pulls, and all the while he kept his eyes locked on mine. God, I found that so hot.
I whimpered in need.
Mateo lapped at me over and over again, gently probing my opening, before dragging it up and sucking on my clit. I was on the precipice of coming, but before I went over the edge, he stopped and let me get my bearings.
It was frustrating as much as it was arousing.
He pressed his tongue against my pussy hole, thrusting it in and pulling it out, his motions shallow, causing heat to move every part of me. He fucked me like that for long seconds, and I cried out for mercy, to come. I was mindless with desire, my lust so potent it was like a living entity inside me.
“God, you taste so fucking good.” He hummed those words against me, the vibrations from his deep voice almost making me explode. “Come on, baby. Come for me,” he demanded.
And I did. I cried out as I came, heard his harsh grunt against me as if that knowledge enflamed him. The mattress was slightly shifting, and I knew it was a combination of me thrashing around from my pleasure and Mateo pressing his dick against it, dry humping the bed.
On instinct, I tried to close my legs as the sensitivity of the situation claimed me. His head stopped me from closing them completely, and he groaned again as he continued to eat me out. Mateo was relentless as he worked me over until I was too sensitive for more.
“Please,” I begged, whimpered for him to stop.
He pulled back with a grunt and crawled up my body. I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them until now. He stared at me with this fierce look on his face and a second later leaned down and kissed me. He stroked his tongue along the seam of my lips before plunging inside and making me taste myself on him.