Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
And so I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard. He tasted good, so damn good, and I couldn’t stop myself.
I was going insane, losing my mind. We were in public after all, and Nash was a very famous person. We couldn’t get caught doing stuff like this without a hundred articles getting written about it.
And I really didn’t want an article about how I had pushed him into the bushes, up against a wall, and shoved my hand down his pants.
But there I was, grasping his thick cock, slowly stroking his length. I was so wet, my mind absolutely blank as I began to work him, kissing his sweet mouth, his rough hands on my body.
His pants were down around his ankles as I worked his cock. I slipped my hand down his briefs and grasped him, slowly sliding along his length.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “I like when you take control.”
I smiled at him. “I knew it. You’re into some kinky stuff.”
He grinned. “Only when it comes to you, babe.”
I removed my hand and licked it, staring into his eyes, and then pressed it back down his briefs. I continued to work his thick cock with my spit-covered hand, rolling up along his skin.
He grunted in my ear. “God damn that mouth is so sexy,” he said.
“Do you like this?”
“I love it. I love the way you taste. Fuck, everything about you.”
He was so hard in my hand, absolutely rock hard. My heart was pounding in my chest, both from fear of getting caught and the pure excitement of his magnetism.
Without another thought in my mind, I dropped down to my knees. I pulled his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.
He grinned down at me. “Anyone can catch us,” he said.
“Scared?”
“Not at fucking all,” he said, taking my head. I opened my mouth as he pressed his cock between my lips, salt and skin and more, and he groaned.
I began to suck him that way. My lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, I sucked him hard and slow, looking up at him. Part of me wanted someone to walk in on us; for some crazy reason that only made me soaking wet. I wanted everyone to know how I sucked Nash Bell’s big, hard cock, made him groan, made him hard as hell.
He pressed my head down, pushing his cock into my throat. “Fuck. I knew you were bad,” he said. “I knew you wanted this cock. Swallow my fucking cock, girl. I want you to suck me off nice and hard.”
I worked him that way, letting his cock slip down my throat as I bobbed, my head moving forward, my lips sucking him hard. I kept my hands on his thighs, letting him thrust slightly into my mouth, letting his thick cock reach into my throat. I took every inch of him, loving the way he groaned, the dirty things he said.
“I love fucking that pretty mouth,” he said, “almost as much as I love fucking that pretty cunt.”
I pulled back, jerking him off as I looked up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste it.”
He grinned at me. “How could I say no to that? Fuck, girl, you suck cock like you were born for it.”
I reached down and pulled my shirt up, exposing my breasts covered only by a black bra. Then I went back to work, slipping his cock between my lips and sucking it hard.
He reach down and felt my breasts, moving his hand under the bra to tease my nipples. “God I love your body,” he said. “I can stare at these fucking tits all day long while you suck me off.”
I continued to work him, jerking his shaft off as he pressed deep into my mouth. His strong hands gripped my hair as I sucked him. I felt the dirt under my knees, the wind along my neck and breasts and was wild for him, absolutely mindless.
I kept sucking his cock, taking him. He groaned as I pressed him deep down my throat, his hands pressing me down, his hips thrusting into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth that way, taking his thick cock, making him feel good, driving him wild. I was beyond soaking wet, mindless with lust and pleasure, needing every inch of him, starving for his cum.
“I want you to swallow ever ounce of my cum,” he said. “I want you to take every inch. You dirty girl, I want to come in that pretty mouth.”
I kept working him, my hand jerking, my lips sucking. He felt my breasts, pressed my head down, pulled my hair. I let him fuck my mouth and it only made me that much hotter, that much wetter, a mess of desire and need.