Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Swallow,” I mumble around his dick. Not sure if he understands because he pulls out.
“I said I’ll swallow, Naz,” I rasp, my throat literally aching from how hard he fucked it.
“I want to come on your face,” he gasps, his voice a dark rumble as he searches my expression. It’s as if he’s discovering something about himself in the depths of my eyes.
“Then come on my face,” I tell him, not hesitating. “Whatever pleases you will please me, Naz.”
And it does. As thick streams of his cum splatter my face, I lick my lips, savoring the salty flavor of him. Groaning my deepest pleasure as he dips to spread it over my throat and shoulders. It sluices between my breasts and anoints my nipples. The whole time, my fingers are busy in my bikini bottom, rubbing my clit and burrowing my fingers inside myself. I can barely stand on my knees when the orgasm hits. It’s like a volcano, him spewing all over me, and me exploding within. I tip my head back, dry sobs ripping from my throat.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this,” he groans, gripping my hair to tip my head back so our eyes lock. He places his dick at my mouth and, like an artist, paints the bow with the wet, salty tip.
“Thank you,” I choke out, and I mean it.
Some might feel degraded on their knees where anyone could walk by and see him coating me with his release. My breasts are bared to him, and my face, throat, and torso are soaked in long ribbons of his cum. I may be on my knees, but as he looks at me with something approaching awe and uses his finger to scrawl the three letters of his name in the cum on my chest, I feel lifted. I’m floating as the perfectly chiseled lines of his face fold into an agony of need. His composure lies in tatters at my feet.
I’m a fucking goddess. And this was an act of worship.
Chapter Fourteen
Naz
“You made this mess.” Takira laughs up at me from the step below. “You have to clean it.”
I still haven’t caught my breath. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve even breathed since she dropped to her knees and told me she gives great head.
For the record, she does.
My brain must still be on the floor because I’m not even processing the words she’s saying. I fucked her mouth hard. I lost control. Cupping her face, with my thumb I trace her lips, swollen and still shiny from my release.
“Come on.” She turns her head to kiss my palm and stands. “I’m sticky.”
She continues down the steps, re-tying her bikini top as she goes. “Shower?” she asks, smiling at me over her shoulder.
“Uh…” I’m still planted on the steps, scraping shreds of my soul off the walls. “Yeah. Sure.”
She punches in the code to her cabin, and I follow behind her. Stripping out of her bikini, not even sparing me a glance, she tosses it into a hamper at the bathroom door. She’s completely free and unselfconscious. I’ve never been with a woman like her.
“You coming?” she asks, disappearing into the bathroom.
I shake myself and move on legs that still feel wobbly. That woman sucked the life out of me, but also awoke some of the darkest urges I didn’t even know lurked under the surface.
I want to come on your face?
Where did that come from? She probably thinks I’m…
No, she doesn’t. Takira is the most uninhibited, non-judgmental person I’ve ever met. I’m someone who likes to strategize and calculate every move, but with her, I’m different. I should have known when I stepped out of character and asked Lo to invite her that Takira would affect me this way. That because of her, I would surprise myself.
And yet I’m still reeling and unprepared.
When I enter the bathroom, she’s naked and testing the water with her fingers. She’s tall and thick, rounded and juicy. Her ass and breasts jiggle when she moves. Even the tiny striations at her hips turn me on because they’re on her. There’s something about a woman who’s so comfortable in her skin with what some would consider flaws. It’s powerful.
She steps into the shower, and I strip off my trunks to follow. When she reaches for her sponge, I take it from her fingers.
“I’ll wash you.”
Even though she teased that I would have to clean up the mess I made, I can tell by the surprise on her face she didn’t think I intended to. After a brief hesitation, she nods. I turn her into the steam of water, watching all evidence that I came all over her in the stairwell wash away. Her breasts are round and proud, and as I stare, her nipples swell.
“More washing.” She laughs. “Less gawking.”
I angle a smile at her and squeeze soap onto the sponge, working a lather into her taut brown skin. Her breath hitches when I wash her breasts, taking my time to lift their weight and clean the soft undersides, then I linger on her nipples, bend to take them, wet and turgid, into my mouth. I go down on my knees and drag the sponge over her legs, behind her knees. I wash her feet, paying special attention to the graceful arch. Her toes twitch.