Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
My legs spread.
Head tilts back on his pillow.
“God, you’re sexy.”
I nod. “So are you.”
Our mouths fuse as he plays with me, massaging my clit so leisurely it’s driving me crazy, the desire making my entire body hot.
I want him on top of me.
I want him inside me.
I tug at his arm.
Pull his giant body until he’s where I want him; hovering over me.
I feel dainty and petite—a direct contradiction to his massive frame.
His lower half dips.
Dick brushes against my pussy, back and forth, back and forth.
My hands slide inside his underwear, luxuriating in the feel of his hot flesh and basking in the taut muscles of his hips that flex with every motion.
Back and forth…
I grip his shaft and gently tug it.
He’s still kissing me, our mouths needy. Tongues wet.
It’s hot and sexy and getting me hotter.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m pushing at the waistband of his underwear again—this time, I want them off. Off, off, off.
I want Duke completely naked above me.
I want to see what he looks like in the flesh—mostly, I want to see what his dick looks like.
I already know it’s big. He is big, so it stands to reason that his cock would be proportionate and how sad would it be if it wasn’t? A tragedy, that’s what.
He lets me push down his shorts (of course he does) all the while teasing me with the tip of his cock at the apex of my thighs, in the place where I most want the tip of his cock. And now that he’s no longer wearing that sexy black underwear, dry humping him is even hotter.
I spread my legs when he feels between us, his finger moving the fabric of my thong to the side.
I wonder how long we can last this way, flirting with fucking, getting each other more turned on by the second without any physical relief.
It’s hard.
It’s so hard, and I’m so wet, and it’s on the tip of my lips to beg for it.
Mmm…
The sound leaves my throat.
He’s still holding my panties aside, stretching them to the point where I probably won’t be able to wear them again (but probably won’t throw them out).
It’s unbearable, this heat.
How wet I am.
How insanely turned on he’s making me.
The tongue in my mouth has my hormones raging, oxytocin and endorphins and adrenaline sweeping through my body like a tidal wave.
It’s too much.
“Fuck, Josephine…” he whispers into my neck. Sucks on it a few seconds while his hips thrust, dick searching for its home.
Oh my God. “Just fucking do it,” I breathe. “Just fucking do it—please,” I add for good measure so I don’t sound demanding. I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand i—
He eases in.
I think we’re both holding our breath; I have to spread my legs wider so he can inch forward, and the fact that I still have my underwear on is so incredibly sexy…
“Jesus Christ,” Duke moans when he’s buried inside me and stops moving. “Holy shit.”
He buries his face in my neck. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Why?”
His low chuckle vibrates against my skin. “I’m gonna blow my load.”
I’m gonna blow my load.
That would be a first; a man coming after only a few seconds and before his partner? Ha ha!
“Give me a second.”
My pussy throbs as he holds himself still, doing whatever he’s doing inside his head so he doesn’t come in the next few minutes, mentally trying to picture a cat in a tree or something, who knows.
I wrap my legs around his thighs, urging him on. Wiggling my hips, I want him to fuck me.
“Goddammit.” He laughs, pulling out a few inches.
Pushing in.
Yes…
Yes, just like that.
Oh God, don’t stop…don’t stop…yes…
Duke feels so fucking good, holy shit, holy shit…
I grip his ass in an attempt to bury him deeper inside me. He rotates his hips, dick so deep, I swear I see butterflies and stars behind my lids.
His moans are loud, but Duke isn’t as loud as I fantasized he would be, not nearly as vocal—and yes, I’d fantasized.
I love that he keeps kissing me.
Kissing me as if our lives depend on it, or it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he finally breathes. “Shit, I’m—”
Duke pulls out and grips his dick. Aiming it toward my stomach, he comes on my lower abs below my belly button, my mouth falling open in shock. Yes, I was prepared for him to come but not…not THERE.
“Sorry.”
He’s still hovering over me, clutching his dick in his hand. It’s not limp—not yet—but there’s creamy jizz dripping from the tip.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry,” he says again, climbing off the bed and disappearing into the hallway. My hands fall to the sides of the bed, chest heaving.
I still have not come.
I want to throw the pillows across the room but can’t move because there is COME DRIPPING DOWN MY SIDES.