Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
When my honesty is awarded with a husky moan, I cup Kelsey’s breast before rolling her peaked nipple between my index finger and thumb. Then I continue spilling secrets like I’m not paid to keep them. “It worked every time. In under a week, she was back to whistling romantic ballads in the kitchen while teaching Casey how to cook. Casey thought I was a magician.”
“I can understand why.” She rubs herself along my shaft a handful of times before murmuring, “I can feel your magic… and it’s still in your pants.”
My breathy chuckle adds to the heat on her cheeks before my lips set her on fire. She burns up everywhere when I kiss her how I was dying to in the cab.
I’m taking dangerous steps, flirting with a fire that could get out of control with only the slightest kindling, but am hopeless to stop it.
Once I’ve kissed Kelsey to the point her lungs must be screaming for air, I lower my lips to her neck before dipping them even lower. Her head falls back, exposing more of her ravishing neck when I drag my tongue along the delicate skin covering her collarbone.
The beverage spilled on her tastes almost as delicious as the scent that wafts up when her swivels return the hem of her dress to her midsection.
Her panties are so wet they summon an image of her climax dribbling down my face as she rides it to release.
Fuck… The thought alone makes my cock want to jerk through the stimulation of release even while still in my briefs.
I can’t wait to taste her, to feel her climax on my lips. I want it even more than my cock wants to notch between her pillowy lips, and I can’t wait a second longer.
Kelsey groans in disappointment when I lift her off me by her hips.
Its rumble turns into a breathy moan when I mutter, “I want you to sit on my face.”
The vein in her neck flutters out of control. “You want me to do what?”
I don’t answer her question. She heard me. The increase of her seductive scent gives away her proper response. She’s merely uneased by how horny my demand made her because she thinks it isn’t cultured for women to answer the pleas of their bodies.
I’m determined to show her otherwise.
“I… I…”
I lessen her worry by leaning forward and dragging my nose over her panty-covered slit.
A moan unlike anything I’ve heard before rumbles up my chest.
She smells fucking delicious.
When I tell her that, the shake hampering her thighs doubles, but her soar in confidence is the most apparent change.
“Scoot back. If you want me to use your face as a chair, you need to bring your chest down a smidge.”
Only seconds ago, I hated my designer couch. Its rolled top offers little back support. It was purchased solely for its high-end look rather than comfort ratability. However, when Kelsey uses its bench-like top to balance her knees on a second after shimming out of her panties and dragging down the top of her dress, I pledge never to own another couch.
“Sit on me,” I moan in a purr when she sinks down only far enough for the tip of my nose to breach the entrance of her delectable-looking pussy. “Suffocate me with that pussy I wanna own, and ride my face like you know I could never be so lucky.”
I don’t know if her knees fall out from beneath her or if the desperation in my voice has her eager to fulfill my every fantasy. Whatever it is, within a second, her pussy swamps my mouth, and her hips rock in rhythm to the pulse of the vein feeding my cock.
“Oh…” That’s all I get. Not an entire word but a moan that explains everything.
The tension.
The eagerness.
The heat.
This right here is what dreams are made of.
With my hands on the generous swells of Kelsey’s ass, guiding the sways of her hips, she fucks my tongue, mouth, and nose until the delicious rise of her clit announces the buzz won’t be held off for a moment longer.
“I’m going to come,” she warns breathlessly.
I dig my fingers deep into her bouncing globes before ensuring my tongue finds her clit with each grind she does. I fuck her with my tongue, stroking, poking, and licking while she whimpers in desperation.
“I want you to come on my face,” I say while rubbing my stubble along the cleft of her pussy, soaking up the wetness.
My dirty words piston her hips faster as she rides my face without hesitation.
And I love every damn minute of it.
She can’t stop moaning. My name rips from her mouth on repeat as her deliciously sinful pussy makes a mess of my face.
As she chases release, my balls pull in close to my body while the shakes of ecstasy extend from her body to mine.