Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Unwrap, sweetheart,” I tell her once we make it to the railing. She does as I say, hands going to my jeans as I watch her shimmy out of her own lace thong and jean shorts.
“No fucking way.” An attempt to drop to her knees, wanting to wrap that sinful mouth around my cock, is not what I want tonight. “Need to sink my cock inside you, Celeste.” I kick out of my pants. My hand grabs her shoulder, spinning her around, then I step behind her so I’m pressed to her back. I wrap my arm around her chest, one breast in the palm of my hand, the other moving to her inner thigh, pulling it up until her calf wraps around my waist, spreading her body wide open. Fuck, what I wouldn’t love to see her like that for me. Next time, it’ll be in front of a mirror so I can watch the rivulets of sweat coating her body, the pebbled flesh, her eyes closed, back arched, desperate for my cock to slide inside. I hold on, though, wanting to heighten and prolong the pleasure.
“Now, please. Oh God, Wylde, if you don’t get inside me, I’m going to come without you.” Celeste is on a hairpin trigger, sensations taking over, the build-up from just kissing her until this very moment. My hand moves from her, traveling slowly until I’m at her smooth bare pussy, reminding me how much I love the flavor of her. I get the taste right from the source as her thighs clench, quivering with a pent-up orgasm that when I press on her lower abdomen, she explodes against my mouth, wetness saturating me with her cum.
“Yeah, you’re ready for my cock.” Two fingers working on her clit, I squat down. One of her hands is on top of mine, making sure I don’t leave her bereft. “Guide me in, sweetheart. You want my dick, you need to help.” I bend at the knees, feeling her hand wrap around my length, angling it until it’s at her entrance. I lift up, holding the head of my cock inside her swollen depths.
“Deeper, Wylde.” A purr leaves her mouth as she tips her head back, eyes glazed with pleasure. One powerful thrust, and I’m inside her. The hand that was on my dick is now gripping the balcony railing, giving her the anchor she needs to work in a backwards movement as I stroke deep inside this fucking amazing woman.
“Like that, Celeste. This what you want, sweetheart?” My front molds to her back. My hand is now on her hip, tight enough so she’ll probably have marks from my fingers, a brand that only I’ll see, much like the time I sucked the skin on the underneath of her ass check. That mark is only slightly visible now.
“Yes.” We work together, me slamming inside, her pushing back, tits shaking, body quaking, and I know it won’t be long until she comes, but this time is for her.
“Fuck, you’re strangling my cock.” I pinch her clit between my two fingers, knowing that if I had more room to work with or we were in bed, I’d smack her pussy, giving her that bite of pain she’s recently discovered with me earlier this weekend. She admitted that it had never been like that before, not until now. Another moment that had me wanting to walk around with my chest puffed out, Celeste giving me another gift. She doesn’t care if we’re on a crowded dance floor with my fingers fucking her cunt, in an elevator riding my thigh, or like right now, the two of us out in the open. Anyone could take the opportunity to look at what we’re doing, my cock sliding in and out of her wetness, her pussy squeezing me with every movement.
“Wylder, I’m coming.” Celeste’s words echo out into the open air, the only warning she gives me before her cunt is sucking at my cock, attempting to take me over the edge with her.
“Fucking hell, greedy pussy, trying to latch onto my dick like your mouth does,” I grunt as I tunnel in and out while her orgasm consumes her body. I watch as Celeste’s body slumps forward and help her lower the leg that was wrapped around me, massaging it to prevent cramps.
“Oh my God, you’re still hard. You didn’t come?” There’s a soft lilt to her voice, dreamy in a way.
“Nope, if I know my woman like I’m pretty damn sure I do, I can wring out one more orgasm, then maybe that’ll tide you over for a few hours.” I’m staying still, letting her body relax a few minutes before I move us one last time, already playing out in my head just how I’m going to take her. “Bend over, sweetheart, hands on the rails. Can you do that for me?”