Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Two seconds tick by. “But why were they there?”
“Jesus.” This is really going to hurt my chances of bringing her home today and marrying her tomorrow. “Fine, angel. I am required to marry so I can receive my inheritance.”
Her lips part slightly. “Is that why you want to marry me?”
“No. I want to marry you so I can spend my life worshipping at your fucking feet.”
A minor head tilt from Blessing. “Seems pretty convenient that we met on the exact night you were shopping for a wife.”
“You say convenient. I say maybe God doesn’t hate me after all.”
She sucks in a breath. “God doesn’t hate anyone.”
“Oh yeah? My dick has its doubts. Stop squirming, baby.” Groaning, I let the weight of my hips drop, pinning her to the mattress. “Better yet, keep it up.”
“What will happen if I do?” she whispers, still shifting her lower body slowly.
Torturously.
Fuck.
“All right, Blessing.” I drop my face into her neck and moan my misery. “I see no one has talked to you about the birds and the bees, but I can’t do it right now, baby. I can’t talk about my cock cramming into your pussy without physically doing it.”
“C-cramming?”
“Yes, cramming. Jesus, a gallon of lube won’t get me in there without a serious effort.” I lick a path from her shoulder, up the side of her neck, savoring her decadent flavor. “Fact is, you’re tight as fuck. And I’ve got a monster between my legs for you, Blessing. He missed out on the blood, but he’s going to satisfy himself with your wall-to-wall orgasms.”
Her pussy flexes against my cock and I make a strangled sound.
“You liked hearing that.”
“I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Yes. Which part?” I pin down her lower body hard. “Orgasms?”
No flex. Of course not. She has no idea the pleasure in store.
“Monster?” I whisper against her mouth. The tiny muscles of her cunt squeeze noticeably and dear God, it’s everything I can do not to rip her panties off and fuck her to high heaven. “You like knowing my dick is big?”
Visibly embarrassed, she starts to writhe around in a breathless struggle. “S-stop.”
“I’m never going to stop.” I reach up beneath her nightshirt and drag the panties down her thighs, tossing them over my shoulder. “I’m going to ride you on my monster morning noon and night. I’m going to put it in your mouth, between your tits and up your asshole.”
She’s gasping by the time I slide off the edge of the bed and kneel between her gorgeous thighs, her body trembling. From need this time, not the cold, thank God.
“But I’m not going to fuck you until there’s a ring on your finger. I want to plant myself deep and drill you backwards and sideways knowing I’m your husband.” Seeing her pussy again is like ingesting drugs that hit me right away, make me salivate, my cock straining painfully. “Sweet Jesus, how can something so perfect be real?” I pry her thighs open wider and spit on that hot little slit. “Mine.”
“N-no, it’s…it’s not…”
“Tell me that again in a minute.”
I kiss the wet valley of her flesh from top to bottom, then I use my tongue to part it gently, her sugary sweet fragrance causing semen to bubble from the tip of my shaft. I lap at her smoothness, licking the entirety of her pussy with the surface of my tongue. Pausing only for a second to savor the way her tummy hollows in anticipation of the unknown, I twist the tip of my tongue against her clit, her shocked whimpers music to my ears.
I go rough on that little nub, pursing my lips against it, rubbing slowly side to side, before bearing down on it with the flat of my tongue. My fingers move of their own accord, that lucky bastard middle finger slipping into her ultra-snug hole, burrowing inside up to my knuckle, then further, until she’s clamped down around the whole thing, like a good girl.
Looking her in the eye, I flicker my tongue against her clit.
“What do you say, Blessing. Is your pussy mine now?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again.”
“Yes!”
“Good girl. Now I’m going to make it come on my fucking face.”
I eat her like she’s my last meal. She is. The only sustenance I’ll ever need. I take her thighs and drape them over my shoulders, attending to her clit relentlessly, adding a second finger inside of her and pumping rhythmically, milking her soaked cunt with my digits while she whines above me, her hips unable to keep still.
“Edison!” she cries out, twisting my hair in her fingers. “I don’t understand.”
No way I’m stopping to explain to her what an orgasm is. She’s just going to have to feel it, because it would take an army to drag me off this delicious thing. She’s so creamy and sweet, I could feast off her for the rest of my life. I’m dribbling come everywhere inside of my pants, making a nasty mess, but I don’t care. I care only about the way she’s beginning to clench around my fingers, her breath coming in confused bursts.