Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I gasp and moan as my pussy flutters with crazy force, my hole buzzing with the feeling of being consumed by my man.
My man.
The thought sends more ecstasy through me, surging from the tips of my toes right to the scalp, and burning up everything in between, making me feel like I’m floating on top of his mouth as he growls and licks and sucks on my engorged and throbbing clit.
I squeeze my legs around his face, desperate for him to stay close to me, savoring the smallest of sensations like the feeling of his jaw against my inner thighs. He moans through the press of his mouth against my pussy, as though he’s taking as much pleasure from this as I am.
Bucking and pulsing and vibrating like a volcano has erupted inside of me, I ride the waves of pleasure until my pussy has nothing left to give, until my only option is to collapse backward and start sucking in frenetic breaths.
I feel like I’m drowning in the release, but I have no desire to come up for air.
Zack leaps to his feet and stands over me, his face twisted in what I think for a moment might be pain. But then I look deeper into the flaring heat of his eyes and I see the glinting desire there, shivering across his features the same way my orgasm just shivered through me.
“Tits out. Now.”
I want to tell him to wait, to slow down, because I know where this is heading and I know how woefully unequipped I am to deal with what he wants. But there’s a small voice inside of me, a whispering taunt, that tells me maybe I can overcome this particular nervous hump and I can do it.
I can have sex with him.
Even if I should know better, even if I should listen to the familiar nervousness inside of me, I find myself sitting up and pawing at my shirt.
I giggle when Zack’s hands dart down and grab onto my shirt, yanking it roughly over my head. Shame tries to prick at me as my bare belly is exposed, but then I drink in the sight of Zack’s face, the need burning in his eyes, and it settles down somewhat.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, palming my breasts over my bra, pressing them together, and letting out a guttural moaning noise. “You’re perfect. Look at those round beautiful breasts. Everything about you is so damn curvy.”
“You… like that?” I whimper.
“Like it?” he snaps, a feral note creeping into his voice. “That doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel about your body. Are your nipples getting nice and hard for me?”
I bite my lip, nodding as I feel the fabric of my bra rustle against my nipples.
Stop this before it goes too far, a self-preserving voice screams inside of me. Stop this right now.
Zack unclips my bra and tosses it to the floor, rocking back and letting out a shivering breath as he takes in the sight of my breasts. I often wonder if they droop too much if they’re too veiny, but again Zack’s face tells me how obsessed he is with them.
He grabs them and pushes them together, groaning as he leans down and sucks one nipple firmly into his mouth. I gasp at this new pleasure, my nipples buzzing and sending, even more, tingles shivering around my body, forming a band around my chest that sets my heart ablaze as much as the rest of me.
Then he moves his mouth to mine, his hot breath painting me as he leans in for our first kiss.
I whimper as our lips collide and his mouth opens, leading the way as our tongues dart together. I don’t really have a clue what I’m doing, but it’s easy to sink into the immediacy of the moment.
He tastes so right, so Zack.
I wish we could just keep kissing, only kissing, until I got used to this and then we could move onto the heavy stuff.
But my man is turning into an unhinged beast. I know he wants more before he even says it.
“Grab my dick, Zoey,” he snarls, breaking off the kiss. “Show me how badly you want this.”
I whimper and do as I’m told. It’s difficult to do anything other than what I’m told when he uses that gruff commanding tone.
Reaching forward, I press my hand against the front of his pants.
But when I feel how huge and hard he is, the alarm signals inside of me begin to blare with even more force, thundering through me with acid warnings that if I don’t heed them, everything will come tumbling down. I’ll ruin what we have before it starts.
“Wait.” I sigh, letting my hand drop.
“For what?” he snaps, letting go of my breasts nonetheless.
I bite down, feeling more than a little ridiculous sitting here naked with him fully clothed… and yet there’s another part of me that hums at the contrast, sending heat through me at the thought of being naked for him like this, like I’m his personal plaything.