Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Goddamn, Lola. You’re going to let me lick between those ass cheeks the way I licked the sweet middle of that pussy, aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”
This dance is the most intimate I’ve been with anyone, but it’s Aiden, so I don’t second guess myself or my impulses. I climb onto the bed and push him down, prowling over his big body, only allowing my curves to skim him ever so slightly. His face is the picture of agonized lust and I take a moment to memorize it, before I lick a path down the center of his chest, rippled abdomen, stopping at his turgid sex.
Taking it in my hand.
Taking it in my mouth.
A spurt of milky liquid shoots off between my lips and Aiden groans, his hands twisting in the bedsheets on either side of his hips. “Yes. Yes, Lola. Come on, baby. Suck Daddy off.”
The inner walls of my femininity clench hard at the gruff way he refers to himself, like he can’t help it. Like he can’t help the filth coming out of his mouth. Likewise, I can’t help wanting to watch this man find pleasure with a woman for the first time. Even though he’s my first time, too, I’m more eager to watch him come apart than anything. He’s so bursting with need and pent up frustration and testosterone. Peering up the rocky landscape of his abdomen and chest, I see the veins stand out in his throat, his pectorals flexing, making him look like he could implode.
All because of my mouth.
The way I drag my tongue in circles around the pulsing head, until he’s shouting my name, then plunge my lips halfway down his wide arousal. He hits the back of my throat and releases a salty tang, the male essence of it making me eager for more. More proof of his pleasure. I take him in both hands, wringing the fat base of his erection, bobbing my head up and down, sucking, moaning in my throat—
I’m flipped over onto my back.
Aiden pauses with his shaft halfway inside my mouth, his inner thighs vibrating with tension around my head. “Ah, Lola. I don’t know if this is okay,” he rasps, rocking his hips forward a touch, as if he can’t help it. “You just feel so good sucking on me and I need more. Need it deep.”
Since I can’t respond verbally with his manhood occupying my mouth, I communicate with my hands. I reach behind to Aiden’s ass and yank his briefs down to mid-thigh, digging my fingernails into the meaty flesh and urging him forward.
He falls over me with a guttural curse, straddling my face with his enormous body.
A second ago, I was taking Aiden with my mouth.
Now?
My mouth is being taken.
I’m flat on my back having my mouth ravaged by haphazard pumps of Aiden’s hips, his shaft spearing thick and hot into my mouth, tapping the back of my throat a little more with every grunting, desperate drive.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t stop.” His heavy balls rebound off my chin, loud and sloppy sounding in the quiet room. “I gotta bang that little mouth. You made me so hard. It hurts. It hurts so goddamn bad.”
I never thought I would love giving head to a man, but this is heaven. Feeling and hearing the bedsprings creak underneath me while Aiden has sex with my mouth makes me feel like a cherished tool of pleasure. I’m the one making his muscles strain, making sweat form on his corrugated stomach, making him shiver every time I manage to open my lips wider. His ass muscles flex within my touch every time he thrusts and it’s so erotic and naughty, my thighs are restless on the bed, my sex wet and achy.
“I’m going to come. Sweet fuck, I’m going to come.” His fingers tangle in the hair at the crown of my head, holding me steady as his pumps turn wild. “Wanted to get off in your cunt, but I can’t help it, baby. You’re too good. So good. Going to put Daddy’s load down your throat.”
Yes. Do bad things to me. Say bad things to me.
My eyes roll back in my head and I squeeze my legs together, anticipating his release. It’s excites me like I never knew was possible, giving a man release.
No. Not just a man.
Aiden. My enjoyment is all because it’s him.
A rough shout catches in his throat and he plunges his thickness deep, barking my name in between curses as his salty essence spurts down my throat. My lips are stretched wide around the wide base of his shaft, the delicious pressure causing tears to roll down my cheeks.
“Swallow it, fuck toy,” he growls above me. “Swallow.”
An orgasm catches me off-guard. I’m not even touching myself between my legs and neither is Aiden. It’s the enormity of his release, it’s the way his balls tighten and jerk against my chin, his length pulsating and setting moisture free. My legs kick in every direction on the bed, but I can’t jackknife the way I would if Aiden wasn’t pinning my head to the mattress with his hips. All I can do is moan through my rhythmic clench of my intimate muscles, swallowing because I have no choice. My body wants it. Aiden needs me to take it.