Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Are you sure you want this?”
I pulled my blouse over my head, unbuttoning the skirt so it pooled in a pile of material on the floor. I stood before him naked.
“Oh my God. You’ve been bare all night,” he uttered in disbelief.
“I hate undergarments. I only wear them when I have to.”
He shook his head. “Never wear them on my account.” He traced a finger over my collarbone, drifting it from shoulder to shoulder, then dropping his hand to one nipple, circling it.
“I’m not very—”
He cut me off. “You are exquisite.” There was no doubting the honesty in his voice. The awe as he stared at me. It made me brave.
“How about you ditch the clothes?” I said, tugging on his shirt.
Seconds later, he was naked too. His torso was long and taut, the muscles evident. His arms were wide, his biceps clearly defined. His cock jutted out, thick and perfect, the head swollen and purple, already dripping for me.
Without thinking, I fell to my knees, wrapping my hand around him. Velvet over steel. Hot and smooth. Pulsating and hard.
He shuddered as he looked down. “Amy, you don’t—”
It was my turn to cut him off. I licked at the head, then sucked him into my mouth.
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, resting his hand on the back of my head.
I licked and teased the crown, lapping at the length and sucking him as far in as I could. I paid attention to his noises—the low gasps, the grunts of pleasure, the hisses of delight. I gripped his ass and began sucking in earnest, hollowing out my cheeks and swallowing around him, taking even more of him in me.
He didn’t disappoint with his reactions. He cursed and begged. Pleaded for more, called my name, wrapped my hair in his hand, but he never forced me. His touch was restrained, but his hips rocked in a constant motion, picking up speed, his growls coming one after the other.
“You need to stop.”
“Jesus, I can’t—”
“Amy, yes. Fuck, yes.”
“I’m going—”
“Fuck, I can’t—”
And he fell. Loudly. Wildly, his hips moving of their own volition, his movements jerky and fast. He called my name, shivered and shook, and then finally stilled, his head hanging down over his chest, his breathing hard and erratic.
I let him slide from my mouth, moving my hands to his thighs and stroking the hair-covered skin gently.
He sighed, a long, slow breath, and opened his eyes, meeting mine.
“Take the edge off?” I asked with a wink.
He bent and grabbed my elbows, dragging me up his torso. He kissed me deeply, holding me tight to his chest. He walked me back to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to the mattress.
“My turn,” he said with a smirk. “Hold tight. I’m about to blow your mind.”
CHAPTER SIX
SIMON
Jesus, she was beautiful. Slender, with rounded hips and a full ass that looked great in her pretty skirts. Her breasts were high and perky, not large, but molded to my hands perfectly. Her hair was wild and soft. The tattoo on her back and shoulder suited her so well. Wild flowers, ladybugs, and butterflies. She was all of that. Natural, sweet, and free.
And her mouth. Holy shit, her mouth. What she did to my cock blew my mind. And my load. I didn’t want to know how she learned to do that because it didn’t matter. She was here with me now, and that was where she was staying.
She lifted her arms over her head, causing her pink nipples to tip up, and they hardened under my gaze. I slowly ran my hands over her torso, cupping them, pinching and tweaking, then covering them with my mouth one at a time, sucking and licking until they were red and wet. I slipped my hand between her milky white thighs, groaning at the slick heat waiting for my touch. She gasped as I stroked her, kissing my way down her body, dropping caresses to her arms and hips, her delicate ankles and calves, then the backs of her knees as I dropped to mine in front of her, pushing her legs apart and dragging her to the edge of the mattress and close to my mouth.
She arched off the bed as I licked her center, groaning at her taste and the wetness of her. I learned what made her cry out, grasp the sheets, arch her hips closer, beg for more. I teased and licked, nibbled her clit and sucked it into my mouth, loving it with my tongue, drawing tight circles on the hard nub. I slid one finger, then two, inside her, pumping them slowly, feeling her muscles beginning to clench. I licked her harder, added a third finger, and she tightened, her voice a raspy wail as she came, flooding my mouth with her honey and gripping the back of my head, shaking and moaning her release.