Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
That is why as soon as I got into his car, I had my hands all over his thighs and chest until I saw his little present hiding behind his zipper and attacked. “Fuck Stephanie.” He growled when I nipped his ear and squeezed his cock. Then he made a sharp U-turn and headed back in the direction of my house.
“Where are we going? I thought you were taking me to the movies?”
“Fuck that. Sorry baby, I’ll take you to see your chick flick another time.”
“But I really wanted to see it.” I have never, and I mean never, used the whiny brat voice or been inspired to. But it seemed to fit.
“Then you shoulda thought a that before you started messing with my dick.
“Poor baby. Don’t you have more control than that?”
“I usually do, but since I spent all of last night and most of today thinking about fucking you, it’s gone.” He looked over at my thighs that were peeking out under my hem and back up to my tits that were all but pouring out my dress. “And you shouldn’t have worn that dress.”
That dress didn’t stay on past my foyer. He all but ripped the poor thing to shreds, and then when he saw the sexy little lace panties I had on her went nuts. His big hand was between my thighs, cupping Ms. Kitty before I could say boo. He pushed the crotch of my underwear aside, and one of his big, long, thick fingers teased my folds before dipping inside. “Oh, sweet mercy.” I rode his finger and purred while Ms. Kitty showed her ass. She was sopping wet and greedy. He seemed to know just what she needed because he added another finger to the mix at the same time he drew my nipple into his mouth and suckled. He didn’t suck, didn’t hoover; he just kinda suckled me with just enough pressure to make me feel it from my gut to my core.
I’m not sure how we made it into the bedroom, but I do remember him carrying me. “Bedroom.” He growled, and I pointed the way while he passed me the white box he’d had the waitress wrap up before we left the restaurant. My pussy started to tingle, imagining what kind of food play we were about to have. She remembered those chocolate strawberries as well as I do.
He’d laid me back on my bed, and I was saying silent prayers of thanks that I’d made the bed which I don’t usually do until the cleaners come back on Monday. I like the way he looked down at me like he saw something I didn’t. I wish I could see what he sees that puts that look on his face.
And when he reached out and touched the soft curve of my belly, my insides quivered. “You’re so soft. Here,” He ran his finger down my middle. “And here.” His hand dipped back between my thighs, and he touched my wet pussy before slipping his finger inside me while looking into my eyes.
I reached my hands out to him, “I wanna touch you.”
“Soon, not yet. Let me take care of you first. If you touch me now, I might go off like a Roman candle.” Over me. He said that over me. And it only got better from there.
He moved the box that I’d dropped on the bed out of the way and planted his knee between my thighs, all the while his fingers were still moving inside. Every move seemed to be in slow motion, but that could be the effects of the champagne.
His fingers felt so big and hard, his lips soft and gentle when he lowered his head down to my nipples again. Those fingers had me juicing all over my covers, but it’s not like I gave a damn. I blushed fire engine red when he pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean.
Then he reached for the box, and my pussy twitched when I saw what was in there. “I’m sorry, baby, this is one dessert I won’t be sharing with you.” My eyes were already rolling back in my head before he even started fucking my hot pussy with the cold chocolate-covered strawberry.
STEPH
When Mace was through making my tummy tremble, he upped the ante once again. As soon as he got me off by fucking me with the cold fruit before I could even catch my breath, he slid down between my thighs, and this time, he did not share, no, because he ate that shit right out of Ms. Kitty. Sweet mercy.
Each time his tongue slid into me to get another nibble of fruit, I had a mini orgasm. My only issue now is that he won’t let me touch him as well. So all while he licked and sucked my flesh from Ms. Kitty up my tummy to my tits that were needy with hard nipples that ached for his mouth, I could only grab his hair or the covers in my fists.