Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
But I’m not done.
I have a lot more flesh to taste.
I move my mouth away from the nipple, replacing it with my hand. Both my hands are now working her nipples, twisting, pulling, tugging, as I ease my head downward, kissing the soft flesh of her abdomen.
Her pussy is shaved clean.
And God, it’s hot. For a moment I wonder what she would look like if her pubic hair were the same shade as the hair on her head. A luscious pink entrance to the heaven between her legs.
I kiss over her mound, so tempted to slide my tongue just slightly lower to her clit. But I hold myself in check. Time for that later.
I spread her legs, though, because I want to kiss her fleshy inner thighs. Ava has amazing legs. Her inner thighs are moist with her juices, and I lap it up, savoring the tart and tangy taste of her. I move downward to her knees, her calves, her feet. Unpolished toenails that are perfectly square and beautiful.
I kiss each one and then suck slightly on her big toe.
She undulates.
Some women like that and some don’t.
Ava clearly does.
So I move to her other foot and massage her instep and take care of her toes.
And now…it’s time to turn her over.
I ease her onto her belly and continue the foot massage. I don’t want to get her too relaxed, because I have plans for the rest of her body. So I move upward, sliding my tongue over her calves and then the inside of her knees.
She wiggles slightly. I found a ticklish spot. I’ll remember that for later.
I kiss up her slender thighs to her gorgeous ass, and I spread her cheeks. Her pink asshole puckers at me, and I slide my tongue over it.
She gasps for a moment, but then she relaxes, sighing softly.
Anal sex is something I’ve never done. I would love for Ava to be my first. Has she done it? I’ll ask her some other time.
I squeeze the cheeks of her ass, massaging them softly, and then I move over her, letting my cock dangle between her butt cheeks as I kiss her back, her shoulders, the sides of her beautiful neck.
“Ava,” I whisper in her ear, “are you ready for me to slide my cock into you?”
“God, yes, Brendan. Please.”
Her legs aren’t spread apart very far, which will make for a nice tight entrance.
I reach downward, grab my cock, and slide it between her pussy lips, lubricating it with her juices. Then I nudge the head inside and enter her slowly.
She sighs beneath me, and I take a moment to appreciate every inch of her pussy as she sucks me inside her.
And I stay there.
For a timeless moment, I stay embedded inside her, her pussy tight from the angle and the fact that her legs aren’t spread far. She’s tighter than she’s ever been, and I think I could stay here forever.
But a moment later, my balls begin itching, and I need the friction. I pull out and thrust back in, this time hard and fast. Then I stay inside again, appreciating how she gloves me.
“Feel good, baby?” I ask.
“God, you have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
AVA
But he doesn’t.
He can’t possibly feel as good as I feel right now, having his cock burning through me like a torch of fire. When Brendan is inside me, nothing else matters. Nothing else exists.
Just him.
Just me.
Just us.
Except instead of Brendan and Ava, we’re some kind of Brendan-Ava hybrid. Our bodies joined, along with our…
Dare I think it?
Our souls.
Not our hearts but our souls.
It’s a scary thought, and one I haven’t had before with any other man.
But somehow, I feel Brendan and I are connected by our souls. And not just when we are connected by our bodies.
He slides out again and thrusts back into me.
And with every plunge of his cock, I feel more like myself.
The problems of my family fade away. The cards fade away.
And all I need is on this bed right now.
Brendan. Brendan in my body, Brendan in my soul.
He slides in and out of me, and every time he pokes against my cervix, I come closer to an orgasm.
“Yes,” I sigh into my pillow. “Feels so good. Fuck me, Brendan. Fuck me harder. I’m going to come soon.”
I don’t have to ask him twice.
He thrusts harder and faster, in and out of me like a jackhammer, and with each thrust, my clit rubs against the bedding, pushing me further…further…further…
Until I leap.
I take the leap of faith, and I soar into the stars, my entire body vibrating as if I’m a stringed instrument and Brendan is playing me expertly with his bow.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice floats around me. “Come. Come for me. Come for me all night long.”
He fucks me, fucks me, fucks me, until—