Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Yet, it was enough to have her tension easing and to make her hands stop shaking like she was coming down off a high. She managed to get his jeans undone. Then she slid them over his ass. He helped her by lifting his hips. She pushed them down past his knees, taking off his shoes and pulling them over his feet. That left him just in a pair of black boxers and an open shirt.
Oh, Lord.
He was so sexy that her mouth went dry. And she got to touch him? Did he want to touch her?
“You’re staring.”
“You’re just so hot.”
“You call me hot stuff right now, and I’ll . . .”
Her breath hitched. “You’ll what?”
Spank her?
“Get on with it, girl,” he grumbled.
“Anyone ever told you that you can be a bit, um, grouchy?” She hoped she didn’t insult him.
“I’ve heard it a time or two.”
Was that amusement in his voice? She wasn’t sure why. But she was tired of waiting as well by now. Moving her hands to the top of his boxers, she drew them down, revealing his thick, veined shaft.
Oh, Lord.
“Whoa,” she muttered. “He’s huge.”
She glanced up at him, then back down as he shifted his hips to pull his boxers down further, revealing his balls. Damn.
Now she was dying to taste him. Only he was moving his hand lazily up and down his cock.
“Does he have a name?” she asked.
“No, my cock doesn’t have a name,” he huffed, sounding insulted. “Jesus, who names their dick?”
“I think if I had one, I would.”
“Really, girl? And what would you name it?”
“Ding Dong Willy or Wing Dang Doodle. Or Jack.”
He just gaped at her.
“What? You don’t like Jack?” she asked.
“Better than the other two.”
“Ooh, or Widdle Diddle. That’s a good one.”
“Girl, you best never call my dick Widdle Diddle. What kind of word is widdle, anyway?”
It was a word that rhymed with diddle, obviously. She guessed she could have gone with fiddle, but that wouldn’t have been as funny. And right now, she was trying hard not to burst into laughter at the look on his face.
“Open your mouth. I need to fill it before you insult me any further and you name him limp diddle.”
She giggled.
“No giggling. There is no giggling during sex.”
He wasn’t serious, right?
She couldn’t tell. He had a great poker face. Maybe he could help her learn to lie.
Before she could ask him that though, he crooked a finger at her. “Open your lips and take my dick into your mouth.”
She parted her lips and then placed her hand over his, which was wrapped around the base of his cock as she took his dick into her mouth.
Removing his hand slowly, he placed his arms across the back of the sofa. She liked that he seemed to trust her to know what she was doing.
But she wouldn’t have objected to him guiding her.
However, she soon forgot about all of that as she played with his dick. He was thick. Far thicker than any other man she’d been with.
Maybe she’d nickname his dick Bull.
Yeah, she liked that name. Bull with the big balls.
Okay, no making yourself giggle while you’re giving the sexiest man you’ve ever seen a blow job.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Just like that. Good. Take me as deep as you can. That’s it. Your mouth feels like fucking heaven.”
Oh, Lord.
She’d never had anyone talk to her like this.
It was hot.
She moved one had down to her throbbing clit, the other was still wrapped around his dick.
“No,” he told her firmly.
What? No, what?
She slid her mouth off his cock.
“No touching yourself. That pussy is mine tonight. And for as long as we’re doing this, understand? This might not be a relationship, but I don’t share.”
She raised her eyebrows. “All right.” That kind of surprised her. But it wasn’t as if she had plans to sleep with anyone else. “I won’t.”
So he really was thinking about this happening more than once? That filled her with a giddy sense of happiness that she didn’t want to examine too closely.
He’d made it very clear this was just sex.
Although, apparently, it was exclusive sex.
“I mean it,” he said, sounding almost suspicious. As though he thought she wasn’t taking this seriously.
“Me too. I mean, I don’t share either.” She made her face grow stern as she pointed at him. “You touch another woman and I’ll kill you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “What? Why are you talking like that? Who are you meant to be?”
“You, of course.”
His lips twitched. “Girl, you look way too cute to be me.”
“But you’re cute when you do it too.”
“When I do what?”
“Get all threatening and pretend like you’re going to kill someone. It’s cute.”
He shook his head. “I’m not cute, girl.”
“I think you are. Now, shut up so I can concentrate on sucking your dick.”
7
Fuck. Him.
Had she really just said that? And was he going to let her get away with talking to him like that?