Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
“Stroke me against you. Use me like that toy of yours.”
His deep voice startled her, breaking into the song and wrecking her. It wasn’t a request but a demand. She grabbed his dick, opened her legs wider, and rubbed him against her love. He administered tender kisses to her breasts, then rose on his arms and watched her masturbating. His dick was her new favorite plaything. As he kissed her on the mouth again, her body arched, flattening against his as he pushed down on her. Chest to chest.
Reaching between their bodies, he gently took her hand and moved her arm above her head. He kept their gazes hooked as he drifted away, out of sight. She was drenched in darkness, but a sound emitted from her mouth that startled her—because his face was buried in her pussy, and his tongue wagged back and forth along her folds as he propped her thighs wide open. He found a new rhythm, slurping and sucking her with wickedly fast and hard tongue strokes.
She clutched the top of his head with spread fingers, rocking her pelvis against his open mouth. The sloshing wet sounds of arousal and her moans flirted with the impeccable notes of the music. She turned to mush when he snatched her other hand and forced it atop his head, too. She could barely see him but could feel every warm breath, every lick and flick of his tongue, every kiss to her clit, every gentle tug of her folds between his sopping wet lips. She writhed when his fingers pressed into her ass cheeks and he dragged her impossibly closer to his mouth. Eating her as if she were served to him on a silver platter. She imagined in some ways, she was… hand-delivered by fate. She was no longer a woman, but a quaking mass of indulgence. Electric like the flashing lights. Filled with his rhythm and her blues.
She fell apart beneath him, her orgasm shattering her core like glass. Her mouth opened, and her head bowed into the pillow, but no words or sounds escaped her lips. Her body flooded with another orgasm as he kept on, eating her soft and slow now. He pulled away from her at last, petting her pussy like a kitten, then lay to her side, his hand massaging her garden. Their gazes hooked. The entire lower half of his face was gleaming with her juices. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, and he licked his lips. Slowly. Tasting her all over again.
“You taste like a honey brook, Honey Brook.”
He nestled beside her and smiled, cupping her breast and giving it a good squeeze.
“This is our first time fucking… but to me, Honey, it is the fifty-third time. I’ve fucked you in my mind fifty-two times already. The last being right before you came to me tonight and answered my prayers. I came so fuckin’ hard, baby. And all I had to do was think of you…”
She shivered from his words. Never in her life had she felt such things. Heard such things. Wanted more of such things.
Getting off the bed, he opened the top drawer of his nightstand and removed a condom from a black wooden box. Placing the box on top of the nightstand, he turned towards her and opened the wrapper, then slid the rubber onto his huge dick. He climbed back into bed, the soft light hitting his hard lines, making him almost glow. He lay on his side beside her and while looking into her eyes, he reached between her legs and gently stroked her pussy. She grinded slow and tenderly against the feathery touch of his fingers, climbing towards another climax.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. She gasped for air. Wanting him—to know how he’d feel deep inside of her. He surely knew what he was doing. More torture. More mind games. And now, she was addicted to it. The high she got from chasing the answers that were hidden behind his walls was undeniable.
“You want me inside you, don’t you, baby?”
“I want you so badly…” She panted as he moved his hand faster, and yet faster until she leaked all over him. A busted pipe. An overflowing faucet. She screamed and writhed, her orgasm strong and severe. As she shuddered, still on her high, he quickly straddled her, knocked her legs apart and…
“Ahhhh…”
She cooed as he entered her gradually. She was full. Wall to wall. His cock felt as if it were made to be inside her. Sweet relief. His lunges were leisurely and relaxed, but his eyes were demanding and frenzied. Raising her leg, he hooked his elbow under her knee and went in deeper. He pivoted inside of her, his thrusts so controlled and timed. She was growing weak as he worked her over, kissing her collarbone and driving himself to the hilt. The warmth of his breath caressed her ear. Their sweat and oils produced an intoxicating perfume. Slippery, tattooed muscles tensed, relaxed, then strained, relaxed again as he fucked her to perfection. ‘Will I See You Again?’ by Thee Sacred Souls graced her with a melodic soulful kiss. The lyrics were a bit ironic… telling.