Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I move my hands up her body, under her shirt, to pluck her nipples. I could take the shirt off her, but there’s something primal about her wearing my band name across her chest while getting off on me. Even though she doesn’t know the significance of the shirt, it feels like a claim in a dark way I should probably examine. Like with a therapist, though I never will.
“Come on me, Hope. Use me to get off.”
Her eyes flutter closed as her panting breaths become a cry. “Yes, now—” Hope’s body goes tight as a guitar string, and then she full-body shudders as spasms rack through her. She sags over me, and I take her mouth fiercely, wanting to swallow her sounds of pleasure as I move her hips for both of us, helping her ride it out as long as possible.
“Ohmagawd,” she mumbles, blissed out.
I roll us, putting her back to the bed before I crawl down, centering my shoulders beneath her knees and nuzzling my nose along her inner thigh. I can smell her arousal, and fuck, I want to taste her. “Still want me to kiss your pussy, Hope?” I look up her body to find her peering down at me hungrily. Her lips are parted, her chest rising and falling, and she nods, giving me permission.
This is a big deal to her. It’s a big deal to me too. It’s the first time I’m going to discover her heaven.
I push her soaked panties to the side, revealing her pussy. She’s bare, probably freshly waxed for her wedding, and flushed a deep pink from rubbing on me. “So fucking pretty, Hope.”
When I trace a gentle finger over her outer lips, goose bumps pop up on her legs. She’s so responsive. This is going to be fun. Hope’s learning about herself in so many ways, and this is one way I can definitely be of use.
“Tell me what you like, what you want.” I meet her gaze, but she stays quiet, her jagged breathing the only answer.
Keeping our eyes locked, I dip a finger into the wetness at her opening and spread it up to her clit, circling it slowly. Her brows knit together as she nods.
“Good girl.”
I press a kiss right on her clit. Another nod.
I lick her with the tip of my tongue, getting a hint of her taste. “Mmm,” I moan, and she whimpers, nodding stiffly. I slip my tongue inside her, wanting more of her sweetness. “Fucking delicious.”
“Please—” she cries.
“Please what, Hope? Tell me. Anything,” I say roughly. I’m on edge, wanting to attack her with pleasure, but I don’t want to go too hard, too fast, too soon. Fuck, I could scare her with all the filthy things I want to do to her . . . with her.
“Fingers. Mouth,” she gasps, arching her pussy up to my face to explain where she wants me.
That, I can do. I easily slide two fingers into her and suck her clit into my mouth, battering it with flutters of my tongue. “Yessss,” she sighs. I fuck her with my fingers, giving her clit all the attention it deserves, while watching her reactions to see what she likes best. I want to learn everything about her—body, mind, and soul.
Before long, my hand’s drenched and she’s jerking sporadically. I crook my fingers up, petting her front wall. She instantly curls up, her hands weaving into my hair to hold me at her center. “What are you doing to me?” she gasps. “Something’s happening . . . Don’t . . . stop . . . please . . .”
Has she never had her G-spot touched? Or her clit worshipped? By her own fingers, a toy, or—it pisses me off to even think it but—her ex? Given her reaction, it doesn’t seem so. My grin is pure evil as excitement builds inside me because I get to be the lucky fucker to corrupt Hope’s sweet innocence. I rub the rough spot inside her, sucking her clit the way I’ve discovered she responds to most, and take her higher and higher.
She’s trying to stay quiet, biting her lip and holding back. “Let go, Hope. I’ve got you.” I don’t show any mercy, roughly fingering and licking her like my life depends on her next orgasm.
My future might. Because I’m completely addicted to her. It’s happened slowly over the past few days, little microdoses getting me attuned with her, wanting her, needing her until she became the sun in my dark days.
Consumed with her spirit, obsessed with her soul, her body is a vessel beyond all control.
When she shatters, she nearly screams her pleasure as her body contorts from the release. “Fucking beautiful,” I praise her. “All of you.”
I should say more, but I’m too far gone, my cock painfully hard and leaking. I rise up to my knees, pulling myself free. I watch her eyes go wide with a mix of fear, excitement, and lust when she sees me. “Not this time, Hope. When I get inside you, I want to stay there as long as I can. You’ve got me on the edge of blowing right now.”