Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
My legs fall apart, and I’m left exposed.
“Fuck, Aspen. You’re so wet for me.” Quinton groans, his hands moving to my inner thighs. The whole world slips away when he leans forward and traces my pussy lips. “Your little clit is begging to be sucked…” He looks up at me, mischief in his eyes.
Before I can force a coherent response out of my mouth, he’s on me, his fingers spreading, and his tongue flicking my clit. I keep one hand on the table for balance and sink my other hand into his hair, tugging at the strands, urging him on.
“Oh…” I groan and bite at my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming in pleasure. An orgasm builds low in my belly, and every flick of his tongue against my clit pushes me closer.
“Fuck,” he growls against my folds. “You’ll never guess what you taste like.”
Heart racing and wanting his mouth back on my pussy, I squirm against the table. He laughs, and the sound echoes through me.
God, I love him.
After a moment, he enters me with two fingers, fucking me slowly. My toes curl in my flats, and I clench around the thick digits, my orgasm getting closer and closer with every shallow thrust.
Staring me in the eyes with my juices glistening against his lips, he whispers, “Mine. You taste like mine.”
“Shit, Quinton,” I curse, the orgasm barreling through me, causing my entire body to quake. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my nails dig into Quinton’s hair. I gush like a faucet, my release exploding against his tongue. As I come down from the high, he continues to fuck me with his fingers, his mouth still suctioned against my swollen clit.
Another orgasm starts to build, and the sensations are too much. I try to clamp my legs closed, but Quinton continues, his eyes lifting to mine, a glint of need reflecting back at me.
“Oh, god. I can’t.” I try to push him away once more, but he continues his assault on my pussy, his fingers moving faster, his lips sucking my clit into his mouth.
There is no escaping the pleasure, so I let it consume. Like swimming in the ocean, I’m pulled deep into the waves, my entire body spiraling, my lungs burning for air as I’m dragged deeper and deeper.
Then it lets go, and I’m flung to the surface. I gasp as another orgasm slams into me, and I press my thighs against Quinton’s head, squeezing him tight. Light blinds me, my fingers and toes tingle, and slowly, I drift back down to reality. As I’m coming down, I force my eyes open and find Quinton moving from between my legs.
He stands to his full height and leans forward, his lips finding mine. His kiss is fire, dipped in desire, and I want to give myself to him. To dissolve into smoke so I can fill his lungs with my essence. I taste myself on him, and it only heightens my desires.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine. After a short while, he pulls away and comes to sit by me. Wrapping an arm around me, he tugs me into his side.
The bulge in his pants is painfully obvious, and I need to take care of him. I need to make him feel the way he made me feel.
26
QUINTON
I’m well aware of how risky it is to meet her here, but holding her in my arms as she recovers from the orgasm I just gave her makes it all worth it. I already dread the moment I have to push her off my chest and leave her to carry on the charade.
The only silver lining about leaving the library is being able to go back to my room and jerk off. My dick is painfully hard, pressing against my zipper, just fighting to get free.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you?” Aspen murmurs into the crook of my neck. Her breath almost tickles against my skin as she talks. “I want to make you come.”
She shimmies her body over mine, rubbing her knee over my crotch, making me groan. “Fuck, Aspen. You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want to make you feel good.” She pushes herself off slightly, moving down my body while running her hands over my chest and stomach.
By the time she makes it to my zipper, I worry the flimsy thing will burst open. My cock is so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t. She flicks the top button open and frees my aching shaft. Her breathing is labored, but her hands are steady, and her movements are sure.
Licking her pink lips, she pulls my boxers aside and wraps her soft fingers around my cock. Precum leaks from my swollen tip as she applies the slightest pressure.