Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
He absently rubs my clit, watching me from beneath surprisingly thick eyelashes. “I’m not getting up until I make you come,” he informs me. “I’m going to lick every goddamn inch of you, and I’m going to do it right.” A sexy smile curves his lips. “That means you telling me what you like…”
“I already told you,” I say awkwardly, “oral isn’t that important to—”
He kisses my pussy, and my hips buck off the bed.
“That,” I gasp. “I like that.”
He gives me another soft kiss, then another, and then his tongue joins the mix and the sensation of it gliding over my clit is both pure torture and exquisite ecstasy. “Start slow,” I whisper. Then brace myself, because this is usually the moment when an overeager tongue flicks hard and quick over my clit until I’m squirming to make it end.
But Hunter proceeds to bestow the sweetest, slowest licks upon my delighted pussy. Kissing, teasing, exploring. His palms sweep over my quivering thighs in a soft caress before snaking underneath me to squeeze my ass. He lifts me up slightly and brings me closer to his greedy mouth. Oh my God. I think I like oral sex. It was never me at all.
His low groan vibrates in my core. “You taste so fucking good. I could do this for hours.” He starts going faster, laving my clit with his tongue, and I ease away a bit. “Not good?” he murmurs.
“Not yet,” I mumble. “Too much too soon.”
He resumes the slow pace, whispering dirty words against my core. “Got it. How about I suck on this for a bit,” he gently rubs my clit with his thumb, “I think that’d feel really, really good, baby. What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” I croak. “Why don’t you give it a try?”
He gently captures my clit between his lips, gives a light suck, and oh my goodness it’s the best feeling in the world.
Hunter continues to tease me with long, languid licks, interspersed with open-mouth kisses that always end with the sweet sucking of my clit and me rocking my hips in sheer desperation.
“Hmmm,” he chuckles against my pussy. “That’s how we do it, then.”
“Do what?” I’m too turned on to think.
“That’s how we make you come. Slow and steady, and just when you can’t take it anymore, I suck on this hot little clit and your body fucking sings…” He lifts his head and grins up at me. His lips are shiny and swollen. “I figured you out.”
I want to say it’s not that difficult, but I know from previous experience that my body is a hard nut to crack.
Humming with satisfaction, Hunter goes back to driving me crazy. As he works me over with his tongue, I slide my hands through his hair. I’m not the girl who can come in three seconds. It takes time for me, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, the noises he’s making grow hungrier and hungrier, and when his finger slides inside me and my pussy eagerly clamps around it, he groans loudly.
I gaze at his long body stretched out before me, his muscular thighs, his taut ass. I catch a flash of movement and realize he’s got his dick in his free hand. It’s rock hard, but he’s not stroking it. He’s squeezing it, as if he’s trying not to come. Knowing he’s that turned on from going down on me triggers a rush of hot pleasure. My hips start moving faster.
“Oh fuck, baby, yes. I want to feel you coming on my tongue. Give it to me.”
The command is hoarse, dirty. “Finger,” I choke out, and he pushes one finger back inside as his lips close around my clit.
The orgasm sweeps through me in a scorching wave of pleasure. It’s the first time I’ve climaxed with someone other than Nico, and that’s scary and exhilarating and I can’t stop moaning as I grip Hunter’s hair and shake with release.
When I go calm and still, he plants a soft kiss between my legs and whispers, “Ah fuck, that was so hot.” Then he kisses his way up my body and nuzzles the crook of my neck.
His dick is heavy against my hip, the heat of it branding my flesh. I reach down to grip it and Hunter’s agonized groan makes me laugh. “You’re going to have to let me touch it eventually,” I point out.
“I know. I’m just already embarrassed about what’s gonna happen.”
“You can do it,” I encourage. “I believe in you.”
He trembles with laughter. Then he starts to roll over, and for a second I wonder if he’s going to slide his dick inside me without protection. But no, he’s just rising to his knees and leaning over my body to grab a condom from the nightstand.
The square packet is a sobering reminder of the conversation we didn’t have before ripping each other’s clothes off.