Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Terry laughed. “Waffles. For dinner,” he shrugged as if he thought I might judge him.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any more of that maple syrup, would you?”
It was my turn to laugh when his blue eyes darkened with heat and his hands tightened on my ass.
“You tryin’ to kill me, Kat?”
I took a step back and shook my head. “No, Terry, I’m trying to taste you.” I licked my lips and stuck my hand into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants that did nothing to hide the effect I had on him. His cock was hot and hard, that layer of velvet skin so irresistible I groaned as I gripped him and stroked in long slow strokes that pulled an erotic moan from him.
“Kat,” he growled and reached for my wrist, removing it from his sweatpants and tossing me over his shoulder in one smooth move, making only one short stop before he deposited me in the middle of his bed.
His mattress was firm but with a pillowtop that gave it just enough bounce to be fun. He stood at the foot of the bed; face twisted into carnal agony thanks to the erection tenting his sweats. In his hand, a small bottle of maple syrup.
“Gimme,” I smirked.
He smiled and held the bottle just out of my reach, forcing me off the bed.
“Come and get it.”
Oh, the teasing version of Terry was my absolute favorite, especially with his hair all mussed and his lips parted in a smile. I stood and grabbed the sash on my dress, giving it a tug until the knot unraveled and let the black wraparound fall to his bedroom floor.
“Fuck,” he growled at the sight of me in barely there lace the exact color of his eyes.
“That’s the idea, but first…the syrup.”
Before he could play more games, I grabbed the bottle and dropped to my knees, thankful he’d sprung for the plush carpeting even though nothing could have kept me from tasting his cock in that moment. In one quick yank, those sweatpants were around his ankles, his cock jutted out right in my face, a small pearl of liquid teasing me at his slit.
“Such a pretty cock.”
He grunted out a laugh as I took his cock in one hand and wrapped my mouth around the tip, sucking hard enough to make his legs quiver.
“Kat.”
“That’s me,” I told him with a smile as I popped the lid on the bottle and poured a light drizzle of syrup at the base of his cock, mesmerized by the path the liquid took over the thick vein that snaked toward the head of his shaft. “And this…is you,” I moaned and slowly licked and sucked the syrup from his cock. His balls. It was, without a doubt, the best, the hottest fucking blow job I’d ever given and my panties were soaked, my own body shook in anticipation as I savored the taste of him, knowing our time together was limited.
“Oh fuck, Kat!” One hand fisted in my hair, gently but tight enough to make my pussy clench. I took him deeper, loving the way his cock swelled and hardened in my mouth.
“Kat,” he growled once more as his hips started to move. He was close.
So fucking close.
I moaned as I felt his precome coat my tongue and took him even deeper so he could feel my throat close around the tip of his cock and he lost it. Knowing that I, Kat Ashby, had the skills to make this big strong man lose all sense of control, was empowering. I kept this cock in my mouth, licking up every drop and sucking until he was completely spent.
“Definitely a fan of you plus syrup,” I told him with a laugh.
But Terry wasn’t laughing, his expression was a blend of serious and aroused as he pulled me to my feet and pushed me onto the bed.
“Definitely a fan of you sucking me off like I’m your last meal.”
Last meal. It sounded ominous as hell and I didn’t want to think about our last anything. Not now. Not ever. I licked my lips and spread my legs, teasing him. “I’m hoping that was just an appetizer.” In more ways than one.
Terry said nothing, just smiled a salacious smile as he knelt on the bed and crawled between my legs. He didn’t even slide a finger inside to see if I was wet, just put his mouth to my pussy with no regard for the lingerie which only caused more friction in combination with his lips and tongue and teeth. He tortured my pussy with his mouth and the scratchy lace like he had something to prove and I was happy, deliriously happy with every stroke of his tongue, every nibble of his teeth.
“Oh my…fuck!” My hips bucked off the bed once and Terry held me down, forcing me to take every lashing of his tongue without moving. His lips puckered around my clit, the motion making the little button vibrate vigorously which only caused more friction with the lace.