Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I felt crazed.
“Bed, baby. I need you on the bed.”
She obeyed right away and I stood there and watched her, stared at her like this hungry beast unable to control myself.
“Mia,” I whispered right before I reached toward her and wound my hand in her hair, pulling her forward so she was forced to brace her upper body on her elbows. “My Mia,” I said to myself, yet I spoke them out loud. Our mouths were so close, yet not touching. “The things I want to do to you…” I let those words hang between us, knew I was probably scaring her, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself.
“What kind of things?” She was tempting the beast within me.
“Filthy fucking things, Mia.” I felt her warm breath brush along my lips. She was getting worked up over all of this.
God.
“Things that would make you blush a pretty pink color.” The fact she wanted me to say them out loud turned me on so fucking much.
“Tell me, Pope. Show me.” Her voice was this breathy little moan.
I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. “I want to have my tongue on your cunt, your scream of completion in my ears.” I closed my eyes as I pictured that. “I want to taste your cream on my tongue as you get off. I want to hold your breasts in my hands, feel how hard your nipples get as I eat your pussy out.”
She was panting.
“I want to pull back after I’ve devoured you, look between your legs, and see how wet I got you, if you soaked the sheets.”
The images slammed into my head on repeat and I felt my body start to shake. I could come just telling her this stuff. She lifted her hips and started rubbing herself on me.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
My cock rubbed between her legs, causing shots of pain to race up and down my spine. I could have told her so much more, but if I did, I would have come all over her, covering the sheets and ending this before it really started.
“I want to feel how hot you are, how wet and silky the inside of your pussy is as you clench around my cock.”
“Oh. God,” she moaned and fell back on the bed, her eyes closed, her lower body still working back and forth on me.
I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control. “No other man will ever know what you feel like, taste like, smell like, Mia. All of that is for me only.”
“Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours.”
Yeah, she fucking was.
I needed to see her get off while she rubbed her pussy along my dick. I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing my finger back and forth over her, feeling how engorged the little bundle was.
“Come for me, Mia. Let me see you get off.” I gripped her waist with one hand while I worked her clit over with my other one. She rocked her hips up and down, seeking that pleasure, that completion.
Her pussy ran over my cock seamlessly and I couldn’t help but stare into her face, transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of her pleasure washing over her face.
This was all because she wanted me, because she loved me.
“That’s it,” I murmured. I was breathing so damn hard, and I felt my pulse racing. “Come for me, Mia.”
And she obeyed right away.
With her head tossed back, her neck straining, and her hands on either side of her clenching the sheets, I felt my mouth part as I watched my girl come for me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, the most arousing experience I’d ever had. Knowing she found pleasure because of me had me forcing myself not to come.
She reached up and held on to me, digging her nails into my forearms, giving in and holding on to me for stability.
When her body finally relaxed, only then did I pull my hand away, holding it up and looking down at my fingers. They were glossy from her cream. I sucked the digits into my mouth, licking off her essence, her arousal. I groaned at her flavor. Sweet musky. All mine.
I cupped the back of her head and pulled her up so I could kiss her, so I could make her taste herself on my tongue and lips. When I pulled back, we stared into each other’s eyes. “I love you and I’m never letting you go.” I slammed my mouth back down on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me, until she clung to me like her life depended on it.
“Pope,” she gasped out when I pulled back. She was so worked up for me. So ready. Her pupils were dilated, her body warm, aroused.