Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Am I making you feel good?” I whisper to her, my fingers working her harder now.
“Yes,” she pants, her hands gripping my shoulders now. “God, James. Yes.”
I’ll never tire of hearing my name said like a fervent prayer.
I grin and press my thumb against her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, and she cries out, her whole body quivering, her legs shaking like they’re about to give out from under her at any minute.
I put my hand at the back of her head and bring her head forward, our eyes meeting each other for one electric moment before I kiss her, my mouth seeking hers out. As our tongues touch and dance, I slip a third finger inside her. She moans and writhes against me, and I can feel her getting close. I can feel her orgasm building, and I increase the pace, wanting her to come hard, for her to let loose and come undone in all directions.
“Oh god!” she says through a choked cry.
She comes apart, crying out and gripping my fingers tightly as she comes. I keep fucking her until she’s finished, and then I pull my fingers out of her and kiss her softly while she staggers slightly.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes shining as she takes me in, lids heavy, eyes still red from crying.
“Thank you,” I say, kissing her again. “For trusting me.”
She swallows at that, perhaps taking in what I said. Because it’s true, because she is trusting me right now, and I feel I’ve worked long and hard for this trust. It’s not lost on me that it’s something I don’t even deserve.
She doesn’t say anything in response.
Instead she drops to her knees.
I’m taken aback at first, completely unprepared for what she’s doing. But then I get it, and I undo my belt and push my jeans and boxers down, giving her free access. I’ve been hard as hell from the moment we stepped into the bedroom.
She looks up at me, her eyes bright green and wanton, and takes me in her pretty, full mouth.
I moan, a long and low sound that rattles in my chest, as she starts to suck me off. She knows what she’s doing, knows how to work her tongue and lips around me, and I can feel myself getting harder by the second until there’s no place for me to go, my cock throbbing and begging for more.
She doesn’t disappoint, picking up the pace and sucking me harder until I feel like she’s sucking my brains out. I reach down and run my fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Laila,” I whisper roughly. “I’m going to come if you keep going.”
She acts as if she doesn’t hear me, twisting her hands at the base until my eyes roll back in my head.
Finally I can’t take it anymore. I pull away from her and grip her arms, pulling her up to me. I kiss her, tasting myself on her, then quickly step out of my clothes while she wrestles out of hers.
Then I’m pushing her back onto the bed, taking in the soft, exquisite beauty of her body, the way her curves flow into pure feminine energy.
“You’re a goddess,” I tell her in awe, and I mean it. “I wish I could sculpt you.”
I decide to do so with my hands. I kneel on the bed, looming over her, and start tracing the lines of her body with my fingers, traveling to no destination in particular. My dick is still throbbing and hard as hell, pressed against the soft flesh of her hip, but I’m enjoying the torture.
I touch her neck, the crook of her shoulder, over her collarbones, down between her breasts, her skin especially soft there. Then under her breasts, feeling the curve and the lush weight of them.
I cup them and squeeze gently, and she moans, her breath coming in quick gasps now. I don’t linger too long, instead trailing down to her ribs, then along the smooth skin of her stomach. She feels like a dream.
Then I’m moving between her legs, parting them with my hands as I kneel before her. Her cunt is glistening with wetness, and she’s whimpering softly as I gaze at it hungrily.
I can smell the heady scent of sex in the air, and all I want to do is devour her. But for now, all I allow myself is one long swipe of my tongue up from her entrance to just below her clit.
She cries out and bucks against me, pushing herself closer to my mouth so that I have no choice but to continue licking and sucking at her soft flesh until she’s writhing in pleasure under me while begging me wordlessly never to stop.