Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 60131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Is your pussy wet for me?” He slid his finger inside the band of my panties and tore them off, sending them to the floor in shreds.
There was no point in answering his question.
It was obvious.
“I need you to put your hands up for me, Harlow,” he said. “Brace the wall.”
I held up my hands like I was surrendering to an arrest, and he let out a low laugh.
“No, not like that…” He pushed my arms against the wall and gently flipped them so my palms were pressed against it. “Like this.”
He placed a kiss against each wrist, and my breathing slowed.
“I need you to hold on to the wall, no matter what I do,” he whispered against my lips. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
Without any further instruction, he bent low and grabbed my thighs. Lifting me like I weighed nothing, he held me higher until my knees kissed his chest.
Then he briefly let go of me and grabbed my ankles, draping them on his shoulders.
Oh my god.
Keeping his hands pressed on my thighs, he buried his head against my pussy.
His tongue attacked my clit with a fast and reckless rhythm, sending my body into a zone of pleasure I’d never felt before.
“Ohhhh godddd…” The sensation of being off the ground and having no control over my balance worked in torturous tandem with his tongue.
“I’m about to…” I moaned, and my hands slipped from the wall. “I’m going to come…”
“Good.” He didn’t stop his assertive rhythm, he tongued my pussy faster, and I shut my eyes as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt wracked through my body.
Breathing hard and heavy, I finally let go of the wall, and he helped me down to the floor.
I shut my eyes, needing some time to recover.
I heard water running in my bathroom, and when I opened my eyes, he was unzipping his pants and standing over me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he said, slowly looking over my body.
Taking out a condom, he stepped out of his pants and kneeled over me. As he slid two fingers deep inside me, my body trembled in anticipation of more.
I reached up and ran my hand along his huge cock, trailing my fingers against his length and thickness.
Wanting to please him, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
“Fuck…” He groaned and tensed as I sucked him in and out of my mouth. He threaded his fingers through my hair as my head bobbed back and forth, but then he gently pushed me back.
“We have all weekend for that,” he said, rolling on the condom.
Positioning his chest against mine, he stared into my eyes and slid into me, thick inch by thick inch.
When he was buried deep, he pressed a chaste kiss against my lips.
“I promised to show you I could fuck you better than I danced,” he whispered, and then he pulled out and thrust back into me with so much force I screamed.
I grabbed his back as he fucked me harder and harder with every stroke, giving me what I never knew I needed.
“Fuckkk…” I stared into his eyes, and he smiled wickedly at me—knowing that I was enjoying every single second of this.
There was no point in pretending otherwise.
I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin.
My wood floor scraped my back with Pierce’s every stroke, serving me a hint of pain with Pierce’s unbearable pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, Harlow,” he whispered against my mouth. “I’ve wanted to feel you since I first fucking saw you…”
“Me too…” I managed. “Me too…”
My pussy throbbed in pleasurable agony as he pressed a kiss against my chest, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the building pressure between my legs for too much longer.
The trembling started in my legs and slowly spread all over, rendering me completely useless.
“Ah, ahhhh, Pierceeee!” I screamed his name as I reached my second orgasm of the night.
He stiffened right after me, gripping my hips.
“Harlow…” He breathed, staring into my eyes.
We remained entwined on my floor for several moments, neither of us saying a word.
“You’re perfect, Harlow.” Pierce kissed my cheek before slowly pulling out of me. He took off the condom and began redressing.
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “So are you.”
He helped me to my feet and smoothed my hair into place.
“We have the condo to ourselves for a few days, so we’re about to make use of every room.” He picked up my pants from my sleeping mat and held them out for me.
“I’m shocked you actually own a pair of these,” he said.
I blushed and picked up my tattered panties, but he grabbed them and tucked them into his pocket.
“You won’t need those,” he said. “The pants are only temporary, so don’t bother zipping them.”
I put them on one leg at a time, and he picked up my purse while I buttoned my top.