Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
He groans into my neck when he touches them and I know they’re soaked through. They’re sticking to me like a wet bathing suit, and for half a second I worry about what kind of panties I have on. When I feel his fingers pull the wet material to the side, I decide I don’t give a crap what I’m wearing. He rubs the pads of his fingers between my wet lips and my whole body ignites.
“So wet.” I feel him lick me up my neck all the way to my ear. I want that tongue between my thighs. “I need you on a flat surface so I can savor this.”
I moan my agreement as his hand moves away from between my legs and suddenly he’s carrying me. My clit doesn't understand and screams in protest as his steps move faster and soon we’re indoors.
“I got you,” he reassures me before his mouth brushes against mine and he lays me down on a soft bed. “I just want to taste you. I have to know if your mouth is as sweet as your pussy.”
I release the tight hold I have on him as he kisses me. He leans up and pulls off his dark jacket then tosses it away. His eyes roam over my body and down to where my dress is bunched around my waist. I have no idea where my shoes went, but that’s not important now.
“Look what you’ve done.” He pushes my dress up farther as his other hand grips my thigh and spreads my legs open wide for him. His thick finger rubs along my panties right over my clit and I gasp. “That sticky sweetness is mine.”
He drops down and his mouth covers my panties over the wet spot. I feel his warm breath through the cotton material and my face heats with how drenched I am. If I wasn't so turned on and in need, I’d run out of here in shame. Instead I thrust my hips up as I try to grind my clit into his face and encourage him to eat his fill. The ache is so intense now I think I might die. I went from being scared of what kind of panties I had on to wishing panties never existed. They seem so pointless now.
Hank leans up for a moment and I close my legs so he can take them off of me. I watch as he slips them into his pocket and I let out another whimper. I don’t know why that's so hot, but I might just orgasm right this second.
“I told you it’s mine.” I look down at my panties half hanging out of his pocket and I see his hard cock trying to escape his pants. I part my legs in invitation as my shyness is overridden by my need to come. I want to feel him inside of me because that’s the only thing that will relieve this ache.
“I don’t think I can take much more.”
I get the words out, but they might be a jumbled mess. Yeah, there has to be something wrong with me. I’ve never felt this way in my life and I throb with need everywhere now. I only need the slightest of touches, so I reach between my thighs to give it to myself. Hank stops me, his giant hand wrapping around my wrist.
“I said it’s mine.” Before I can tell him to take it, he’s moving in and his mouth latches around my clit.
He sucks me into his mouth and it’s all I need. I come harder than I have in my whole life as I scream out his name and the orgasm takes me. My body shakes as it rolls through me, leaving me breathless.
He doesn’t stop. He downs every drop of me then demands more. “I want another one. I’m a greedy man when it comes to sugar.” My whole body warms at his words, but I chalk it up to the orgasm.
His licks my clit again as his hand digs into my hips and he brings me off the bed. His tongue leaves my clit and pushes deep inside of me, filling that empty space. Another orgasm pushes down on me and it’s coming as fast as the last.
“More Sugar,” Hank demands, and I come for him.
This time my vision starts to blur and black spots dance in my eyes. I don’t know if I should beg him to stop or to keep going. The only thing I can manage is a moan as he keeps devouring me until I’m utterly exhausted.
My eyes close and I swear it’s for only a moment, but when I jerk up to a sitting position I don’t feel Hank between my thighs anymore.
The room is now dark and I’m tucked under the blankets. I can still feel where his hands gripped me tightly and I smile thinking that was the most pleasure I’ve felt in my whole life.