Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
The vein in her neck flutters out of control. “You want me to do what?”
I don’t answer her question. She heard me. The increase of her seductive scent gives away her proper response.
She’s merely uneased by how horny my demand made her because she thinks it isn’t cultured for women to answer the pleas of their bodies.
I’m determined to show her otherwise.
“I… I…”
I lessen her worry by leaning forward and dragging my nose over her panty-covered slit. A groan unlike anything I’ve heard before rumbles up my chest.
She smells fucking delicious.
When I tell her that, the shake hampering her thighs doubles, but her soar in confidence is the most apparent change.
“Scoot back. If you want me to use your face as a chair, you need to bring your chest down a smidge.”
Only seconds ago, I hated my designer couch. Its rolled top offers little back support. It was purchased solely for its high-end look rather than comfort ratability. However, when Kelsey uses its bench-like top to balance her knees on a second after shimming out of her panties and dragging down the top of her dress, I pledge never to own another couch.
“Sit on me,” I moan in a purr when she sinks down only far enough for the tip of my nose to breach the entrance of her delectable-looking pussy. “Suffocate me with that pussy I wanna own. Ride my face like you know I could never be so lucky.”
I don’t know if her knees fall out from beneath her or if the desperateness in my voice has her eager to fulfill my every fantasy. Whatever it is, within a second, her pussy swamps my mouth, and her hips rock in rhythm to the pulse of the vein feeding my cock.
“Ohh…” That’s all I get. Not an entire word but a moan that explains everything.
The tension.
The eagerness.
The heat.
This right here is what dreams are made from.
With my hands on the generous swells of Kelsey’s ass, guiding the sways of her hips, she fucks my tongue, mouth, and nose until the buzz can’t be held off for a moment longer.
“I’m going to come.”
I dig my fingers deeper into the bouncing globes of her ass before ensuring my tongue finds her clit with each grind she does.
Then she lets go. She freefalls into orgasmic bliss while whispering a name I can’t quite work out since she clamped her thighs around my head to steady her shakes.
“No. God, no,” Kelsey murmurs, shuffling back when I flutter my tongue over her deliciously firm clit. “You can’t do that so soon after making me—”
I lick her again, causing a brutal shudder.
“Zane…”
Fuck me. That couldn’t sound hotter.
When my name in a lusty tone is the extent of her protest, I help myself to a second serving of dessert. I eat her until the wetness slicking from the tip of my nose to my chin is close to dripping down my cheeks.
Her juices would have puddled around my ears minutes ago if I weren’t so eager to lap them up.
When Kelsey’s rocks hasten, announcing I’m getting close to tipping the axis of her world for the second time, I place all my focus on her clit. I lick it, bite at it, and suck it between my lips.
“Zane…”
The way she says my name drives me wild.
I want to sink into her—to fuck her how I’m certain she’s never been fucked.
I want all her future orgasms and then some.
Desperate to control some of the insanity firing through me, I flick my tongue over her swollen clit like a maniac. I take all the control until there’s no doubt whose name she’s screaming, then I aim to give her what she hoped to achieve when she kissed me in my sister’s office.
I endeavor to fuck the need for revenge right out of her.
Things move so fast, my pants are huddled to my knees, and my cock is sheathed with a condom by the time I pull a deliriously limp Kelsey from my face to my lap.
She’s drunk now instead of on the verge of tipsy. Alcohol isn’t responsible for her floppy state, though. It is back-to-back orgasms and the possibility of more.
Her body is humming. Every part I touch vibrates in response to the spark it causes, and the fiery embers almost turn catastrophic when I stuff my cock inside her.
We moan in sync when the eagerness of my thrust has her ass slapping my thighs and the head of my cock hitting her cervix.
My moan is more pleasurable than Kelsey’s.
After circling her hips to loosen herself up for me, she uses the rolltop feature of my couch as a tether to control the movement of her hips. She rises and falls on my dick a handful of times, each descent a smidge faster than the one before.
Within no time, she adopts a rhythm she finds pleasurable.