Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
“Jesus, you were made for me. I have hardly touched you, but your pussy weeps, begging for me to touch it.” He blows hot air against it, and I flinch. “So responsive, too, just like that night I ate your pussy for the first time. I wanted to die between your pretty thighs, and now I happily can. I can feast whenever I please.”
“Ren. I need you, please…” I beg, my core tightens, and I just need him to touch me. With a deep, primal grunt, he buries his face in my pussy at last, driving his tongue between my swollen lips to lap at my juices.
His deep, reverberating groans threaten to send me over the edge—I’m driving him crazy, turning him into a mindless animal driven by one need only: to claim me, once and for all. To indulge in my body.
The pleasure is so intense, but I need more. I grind my hips and plunge my fingers into his hair. My nails sink into his scalp, and I’m helpless to do anything but what my body demands. I need to come. I need the relief only he can give me. As much as I don’t want this to ever end, I’ll die if it doesn’t.
I can’t take much more of it.
By the time his tongue finds my clit and treats it to a series of quick, light flicks, the tension in my core explodes.
“I’m coming!” I scream, unable to stop myself.
Euphoria overtakes me, and I slip into a heavenly headspace while I spasm. My legs tighten around his head as I ride it out, wave after wave of relief rolling over me, leaving me breathless and on the verge of losing my voice while crying out again and again.
“Ren! Oh god, Ren!” I don’t know if I’m laughing, crying, or both. I’m completely wrecked and totally at his mercy.
He answers me silently by taking hold of my hips, his grasp firm, forceful even, keeping me in place. The pleasure continues to build, and even though I just came, I can feel another orgasm on the cusp. Pain and pleasure mix, and I can’t stop the impending orgasm. The friction of Ren’s tongue against my clit as he licks me faster, builds into a crescendo.
“Stop… oh god,” I whimper, trying to escape his touch before it sets me on fire. Instead of falling from the cliff and reaching the valley, the sensation plateaus, leaving me suspended between tension and ecstasy. On and on it goes, with every touch of his tongue.
Just when I’m certain nothing can make this better or bring me more pleasure, I feel him at my entrance. He slips a finger inside my tight channel, and I nearly convulse.
“Come on, angel, you can give me one more. Gush that sweet nectar on my tongue and come on my fingers, so I know you’re ready to take my cock.”
His voice barely meets my ears, but I know one thing is certain.
He won’t stop until I come again. My core tightens to the point of pain, and all I can do is fist the sheets with one hand and try to fight off his merciless touch with the other.
“I can’t take anymore.” I moan, on the verge of sobbing, but he doesn’t stop. I can hear the wet strokes of his finger pumping in and out of me. He adds a second finger, stretching me, and I tip my head back into the pillows.
I’m on the verge of death. Death by orgasm.
“Come for me, Scarlet, or I won’t give you my cock.” I grit my teeth, and he curls his finger inside me, bringing my pleasure to a new height. He’s touching something deep, something carnal and raw.
“Oh my…” My voice cracks, hell, maybe even I crack. I’m not sure. Everything fades to the background when I explode, my core tightening in pain and pleasure, squeezing Ren’s fingers so tight I’m worried he might lose them.
Goose bumps pebble my flesh, and I’m floating, receding into the unknown. Ren takes mercy on me then, his fingers slowing, his tongue no longer on my clit, but instead against my thigh and folds, lapping up my release like a kitten with a bowl of milk.
“Delicious. I could eat you for every meal and still be hungry.” His compliment makes me smile, but I’m so exhausted all I can do is sigh.
“I think I died and came back to life,” I whimper as he slowly moves again, his fingers gently pushing in and out of me. My pulse rings in my ears, and my breathing is so erratic you would think I ran a marathon.
I watch, dazed, almost overcome all over again by the sight of him taking pleasure in me. And it’s for me. All for me.
I’ve never felt more ready, more hungry, and needy for him than I do now. A few more strokes and he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. Those blue eyes of his flutter closed, and pure satisfaction overtakes his features.