Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Chomping down on my bottom lip is mindlessly done as I admire the smooth territory I’ve only dreamt about touching.
Not because I don’t have any shots on goal, but because I just so happened to have accidently brought a female Fleury into this world who only wants to stop me from scoring.
It’s already hard enough having a physical relationship when you’re on the road this much.
I really don’t need more fucking pylons in my way.
And this is the only time I’d ever refer to my little princess like that.
Joeski teasingly wiggling her lower half around precedes a sexy suggestion, “Think we should head to your bedroom?”
“Net…” Shrugging off my suit jacket swiftly occurs. “Ostavaysya tam.” I toe of my shoes next. “Stay. Right. Fucking. There.”
The tiny whimper of surrender she releases accelerates my actions significantly. Moving from standing to being face first in mitt is done so quickly I’m almost convinced I have fucking superpowers. While I initially intended to simply indulge in a few swipes, that idea is abandoned upon the very first taste. Having Joeski’s legs over my shoulders and my tongue buried where I want my dick and my hands lifting her up by the ass to literally feed me mouthful on top of mouthful of pussy ignites an insatiable hunger, I’m not sure can ever be met. Sloppily swirling my face around, smears juices into my light stubble beard and along my nose as I use it to steadily brush her clit, loving the way she gets wetter and wetter on every rub.
Undulating my tongue turns into meeting her quaking muscles twitch for twitch while using the very tips of my thumbs to tease her tiny back hole that’s growing slipperier from spit sliding downward to reach it. Abruptly deciding to chase the dribble trail to her ass and then back to her pussy only to then follow it back lower again promptly becomes a game I’m more than familiar with.
It’s tongue hockey.
And those gasps and shudders and yanks of hair each time I skate my thick muscle coast to coast are clearly the crowd cheering for my inevitable goal.
Encouraging me to not just light the lamp but bottle rocket that shit.
Determination to do exactly that is what pushes me to suck on her clit, a move that results in her thighs earmuffing me, preventing me from hearing anything that isn’t me giving her pleasure, breathing in anything that isn’t her pleasure, and feeling anything that isn’t a testament to just how much ecstasy she’s writhing in.
Quivers encompass my tongue.
Face.
Neck.
Shoulder.
My tongue again.
Faint screams suddenly transpose into deafening huffs as I’m roughly yanked away from my delicious feast, thrown backwards, and pounced for the very flavors I was still trying to lap up. Joeski’s tongue tackles mine with so much aggression, it’s easy to become obsessed over reminding it who’s really in control.
Who just delivered that orgasm that’s got her still panting.
Yet being so wrapped up in wordlessly declaring my possession is why it doesn’t register when my belt gets undone.
And my button.
And my zipper.
Fuck, even the process of slipping me out of my suit pants goes under registered until, sopping, wet hot heat starts choking my cock, forcing my lips to fumble from hers. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuucckkkkkk...” Juices seep past the base of my dick to drench my balls further ripping the single word through my clenched teeth. “Fuckkkkkk…”
What the hell am I supposed to say?
Slow down?
Let me make our first time together more romantic?
Wait, I gotta grab the stupid rubber we both know we don’t want?
And we don’t.
No one wants a fucking condom.
It’s just the right shit to do for all the obvious reasons.
Thankfully, we’ve pre-season covered those.
I’m clean.
I know she’s clean – beauty of having her medical records during the employment.
But more importantly?
We don’t have to worry about unexpected pregnancies.
She’s on that shot like clockwork.
Like flies from wherever she is in the world back to Dalvegan specifically to get it.
Joeski gradually draws her pussy upward so that my dick is at the very tip of her entrance, rolls it around just once, and then slowly lowers it a second time prompting me to bellow out, “Fuckkkkkkkkkk…”
Despite all the poetry I’m spewing, it doesn’t deter my Slayer from continuing with whatever sexual mastermind game plan she has. Planting one foot beside my ribcage and the other on coffee table for leverage occurs while I’m yanking down the fabric to expose her titties and helping myself to a small tug of her nipples. The froggy style position unforeseeably takes another turn when she wedges her arms between my bent legs and leans back onto her palms allowing her more support during her first bounce.
And then her second.
And then the several that follow which are much more frenzied.
Hypnotizing.
There’s no hesitation in my hips to match her buck for buck but holding back the urge to come every time I see thick, white cream coating my cock becomes playing with a game-changing injury hard.