Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He replaced his fingers with his mouth, and his hand traveled down my stomach, back to between my legs. His touch was light yet purposeful as he circled my clit, bringing me to another quick but intense orgasm. I clung to him, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure. Through it all, he never stopped kissing me, his mouth devouring my every moan and gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"That was five." He kissed me again before using his tongue to explore the delicate curve of my jaw, trailing down to my neck where he found a spot that made my breath catch in my throat. I could smell his cologne mixed with the sweat from our bodies, creating a musky and arousing scent. "I'm going for eight," he murmured, spreading my legs wider.
"I can't," I rasped.
"You will," he assured me, determined to push me beyond all limits, beginning to kiss his way down my body. He placed my legs over his shoulders and turned his head. His lips brushed against my inner thighs, causing a shiver to run through me. I gripped the sheets tightly and moaned as he traced the soft skin with his tongue. He slowly moved lower, his breath tickling me as he neared my aching core. His tongue darted out and made contact with my sensitive clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I cried out his name. He grinned and parted my lips with two fingers. “Look at me, anjinho.”
I held his stare, my lips parting as he slowly dipped his tongue inside my pussy, and then licked me from top to bottom, closing his lips around my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, fisting the sheets. He shook his head back and forth, motorboating my clit, making my entire body tremble with pure pleasure. He nipped it gently with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth again, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh, God, yes!"
He spread my pussy wider and then began to bob his head, fucking me with his tongue. Two fingers slipped in and curled, massaging my G-spot as his tongue worked magic. “Mateo!” I reached down and gripped his hair, throwing my head back into the pillows.
He chuckled softly around my clit, and then drew back to spit on my clit, his saliva running down my slit. His tongue fluttered against the wet skin, savoring the taste and licking it clean. I moaned and squirmed, my body on fire with need and anticipation. My grip on his hair tightened, my fingers digging in as he continued to tease and arouse me. He licked up and down, back and forth, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath hitched and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt like I was on the edge, teetering between control and the sweet release of orgasm, a barrage of moans pouring from my mouth. The sound filled the room and echoed in my ears, a testament to the pleasure he was causing. He refused to let me go over that edge yet, however. He was toying with me, pushing me to the breaking point, and then pulling me back just as I was about to fall. I was gasping and panting, my body begging for release, as his skilled tongue continued to torment me.
"Mateo... please," I pleaded.
His lips curled into a wicked grin, and he pulled his fingers out of me. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” He kissed one thigh and then the other, lowering my legs off his shoulders and bending them back towards my chest. His lips trailed over my navel and across my stomach, his cool breath leaving a trail of goosebumps. He reached my left breast and closed his mouth around it. He suckled and nibbled gently, eliciting a low moan from me. He did the same to the other, widening my legs and bending them back further before kissing the side of my neck.
"Mateo," I moaned softly, my body trembling as his lips and tongue explored every inch of my skin. He was slowly undoing me, and he knew it. When his lips finally met mine, he kissed me in a way that threatened to consume me. Tasting me, possessing me, claiming me as his own. The head of his cock rubbed against my slit, semi-hard already. He eased inside me, and I could feel him growing harder. I gripped his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, my body arching towards him as the pleasure intensified. He held my legs against my chest and kept himself a few inches above me, his strokes deep and slow.
My hands slid down his back, grasping at the muscles there, feeling them contract and relax with every thrust. His lips left mine and traveled down my neck, his bite gentle.