Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Gasps, grunts and sounds that don’t even have names tear from my throat as his tongue swirls in my opening before fucking in and out, in and out, until I’m seeing stars and wondering how he knows exactly what to do.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...” It seems to be the only word I know now, as his arms around the tops of my thighs harden, and he pulls my aching pussy farther onto his mouth.
He’s making his own satisfied animal sounds as I grind myself against his assault. I feel so dirty, but I’m utterly unashamed with this man I barely know. I hear the sloppy wet sounds of his tongue and I know I must be drenching his face. His beard is rasping, but it’s wet now against me as he lifts me an inch higher, still spreading my lower lips apart and mounting my pussy onto his face.
He’s licking and tongue-fucking me, then his voice vibrates down low and upward into my belly.
“I want you to cum on my face, little one. Let me swallow that gift. Make it part of me forever.”
I’m not sure he’s even talking to me. I believe he’s communing with my girly parts, and I almost feel like I’m intruding.
He centers his lips on my clit and sucks, his tongue working the sensitive flesh as he pinches and holds me secure, my arms flying out as I try to find some balance, gripping the bedding until I’m sure I’m tearing the fabric with my bare hands.
He’s an animal, devouring me without pause. He moves faster, slower, faster again, teasing until I’m on the edge, grinding onto his face, desperate for what he’s giving me.
He’s unyielding as I curse and writhe and beg. When his mouth centers again on my engorged clit, every part of my body is tight. My toes are curled, the muscles in my back and legs quiver as he eats me out, savage, intense, until everything around me disappears.
He flicks his tongue, faster, harder, around and around. Tension builds. I feel it in my center, and I tense my muscles deep down, willing the feeling forward. My hips buck on his violent mouth as fire explodes inside of me.
My head flies back onto the bedding and I arch upward, my back bowing, straining against the laws of physics as the pressure becomes too much and I finally explode.
Screams tear ragged from my throat as my body shakes and twists, Mathias holding me tight to his face. He doesn’t stop, licking and sucking as my climax redoubles, turning from pure pleasure to an intense mixture of pain and release.
I shudder, flattening on the bed, then crunching upward to try to push his face away because it’s too much now.
My hands make no difference. I’m a feather against granite, and I see the rippling muscles in his shoulders as he holds me tight and my body yields to him again, another explosion, and I feel the drenching wetness dripping from me and the sounds of his sloppy lapping as heat covers me and I’m in another world.
As my body rides out the waves of pleasure and pain, Mathias crawls over me, kissing his way up my shaking belly, spending time on each nipple, which only zaps me with more pleasure before he settles his lips on mine, whispering soft, filthy things between kisses that leave me heaving for breath, trying to get some bearing on reality, the taste of my release more erotic than I ever dreamed.
“You’re perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect...” His deep voice resonates as he sweeps his slick tongue between my lips. “Taste your perfection.” He whispers as he crushes his lips to mine and my flavor spreads over my tongue.
I’m floating.
I run my hands down his sides, feeling the hard muscle, the ridges and valleys, and all I know is I want more. I don’t want this to end. So, I sweep my hands between us, down until I feel the metal of his belt buckle and begin to work.
Mathias breaks our kiss, looking into my eyes. “You want that cock, don’t you? You need it...like I need you.”
I nod, my fingers freeing the leather from the metal as I admire his face. He’s stunning in his way. Not a slick, GQ sort of face, but beautiful, nonetheless. When he bites into his bottom lip, the patch of beard there moves, and I see my damp arousal still glistening on the rough hair.
When I tug at the buckle, desperate to free what’s behind, Mathias stands, again, stunning me with not only his size, but the thickness and strength of his torso. I want to touch him everywhere, to spend hours and years and lifetimes kissing each muscle.
I look down as he works the button, then his zipper, and I hold my breath. My heart is racing, making me dizzy, every inch of flesh quivering.