Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“You have the most beautiful pussy, Jules.”
“I never pictured that either,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat when I apply a little more pressure.
“What’s that?”
“The dirty talk. You’ve said so few words to me over the last couple of years, I—oh God.”
Her teeth dig into her lower lip when I slip two thick fingers inside of her.
I do it partly because her pussy is so fucking needy I just can’t resist, but mostly because I don’t want a reminder of who I became when she was around. She has no fucking clue how fucked up she made me, how just pulling up to my parents’ house to see her car parked on the street made me want to curl in on myself rather than be the outgoing, outspoken man I actually am.
“Does the dirty talk bother you?”
She shakes her head, her mouth slack as her hips roll circles against my hand. “I like it.”
“Do you like sex just as dirty, Jules?”
“God, the way you say my name… I’m going to—You fucking asshole!”
I chuckle as I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck her arousal from them.
“Don’t look at me like that, Jules. You act like I’m not going to let you come. Do you think I’d tease you so much and leave you needy?”
She swallows again, her arms reaching for me.
“No, Kit. You won’t leave me needy.” The hint of warning in her voice makes me want to prove her wrong, but I know I won’t. I need to feel her coming on my cock. My body demands the clench of her inner muscles, praising me for a job well done.
“How often do you come during sex?”
“Wh-What?” She shakes her head like she’s going to refuse to answer.
“How many—”
“I heard you.” She huffs, and I take a step closer to make sure I’m not losing her to her little attitude. “Once, maybe. If I’m lucky.”
There is so much to unpack right now, but I have to focus on my original thought, because just thinking about other men having the opportunity to fuck her and not getting her over the edge makes me sick to my stomach. What a wasted chance on an amazing adventure.
“Could you come more than once?”
“Are you asking as a challenge?”
“You know I can make you come. I’ve pulled back twice now before letting it happen.”
“Letting.” She huffs again, her arms coming up to cover her chest indignantly.
“Yes, letting,” I say, reaching out and slipping my fingers right back where they were. Her body accepts them, clenching and begging for more. “Do you think I can make you come more than once?”
She nods her head. “I have no doubt about it.”
“How many times do you want to come, Jules?”
Her eyes flutter once again at me saying her name, and I make a note to keep an eye on her when we aren’t naked and getting ready to fuck to see if she still responds the same way.
“Two… no three,” she answers, her body rocking on the bed, and I nearly groan at the sight of her fucking herself on my fingers.
“Is that all?”
“I’ll take as many as you have to offer,” she pants.
Once again, I drop to my knees and lick right up the middle of her, regretting not getting my tongue pierced because she seems to be enthralled with the bars in my cock. I don’t imagine she’d turn her nose up at a stud in my tongue, but I don’t need added metal there to help me get her off. Hell, I don’t need it on my dick either, but the novelty of having a pierced dick seems to thrill women.
“Kit!” she yelps, her hand striking out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I get serious about sending her over the edge for the first time.
It doesn’t take long before she’s pulsing against my mouth, and fuck if she isn’t the sweetest tasting thing I’ve ever had spill over my tongue. I groan as I continue to lap at her, taking every drop of the reward her body is offering me.
“St-Stop. Stop!”
I feel drunk on her when I lift my face from her, my tongue skating over my lips. She smiles down at me.
“I’m so sensitive.”
“Yeah?” I ask, uncaring if her fingers rip my hair from my scalp as I lift my hand and swirl tiny, slow circles on her clit.
She whimpers but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“Too sensitive to come again?”
She shakes her head, her lips parted, and I already know she’s going to get more than the three orgasms she requested. It only takes a few minutes of me swirling my fingers over her sensitive nub and biting the inside of her thighs before she’s thrown over the edge once again.
It’s like once she gets going, she can’t stop. I swear she’s still clenching in release when I pull back and line my cock up at her entrance.