Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I change my mind only half a second later. The smile he releases when I nod is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It has my clit throbbing in beat to the crazy thuds of my heart, and my body almost certain greatness is about to occur.
A growl comes from deep within me when Cash pulls down the cup of my bra and traps my nipple in his mouth. He rolls the stiffened bud with his tongue before sucking down hard, doubling its stiffness while also sending a thrilling buzz through me.
He fondles my breasts until a tight, tingling sensation develops low in my stomach, then he switches his focus elsewhere.
Although it isn’t on me, it is extremely erotic.
He removes his pants, meaning there is only the thin material of his boxer shorts concealing the large, thick rod between his legs.
Then his shirt goes next.
The bumps stacked on his abs drench my panties, much less what he says next, “I need you wet enough to take me, Einstein, but no matter what, it’s still gonna hurt.” After palming his cock, he adds, “You know that, right?”
The worry etched on his face smooths when I dip my chin but doesn’t fully disappear.
“It’ll only hurt the first couple of times. After that—”
“This will happen more than once?”
The shock in my voice has him palming his dick like he’s angry at how throbbing it is. “Fuck yes.” He drags his teeth over his lower lip before dropping his eyes to my drenched panties. “Do you really think I’ll only be able to taste you once?”
Taste?
“Oh…” I flop my head back and peer at the ceiling when he returns his lips to me. He kisses his way from my chest to my thigh, his hot breaths dotting my skin, making it seem as if we’re in the middle of a desert. I am heating up everywhere, and it has me wanting to forget my pledge that first-timers need to go slow.
“Watch me, McKayla.” The way he growls out my name is so sexy I can’t deny his request.
When my chin balances an inch above my thrusting breasts, Cash looks up, gazes into my eyes, then kisses the area of my stomach tightening in anticipation. Then, once he has me on the verge of begging, he hooks his fingers into the waistline of my panties and drags them down my thighs.
Shame should inflame my cheeks when he holds my right leg high enough in the air to expose me, but the lust burning through his lusty eyes stops me. He’s staring down at me as if I’m beautiful, and I absorb every bit of pride his desirous watch awards me.
Like his trek from my breasts to my thigh, his trail of kisses from my ankle to my thigh is just as torturously slow. I don’t think he’s teasing me. He’s merely taking his time as promised Friday night, devouring me with a tenderness I didn’t realize a jock would have.
A shiver shudders down my spine when his slow trek reaches the little apex at the top of my thigh. He smiles against my skin when the lashing of his tongue on the groove between my hips and pelvis sends goose bumps scattering across my body before he finally diverts his attention to the area throbbing with want.
This time, I don’t let him tease me. I can’t handle any more torture.
I weave my fingers through his hair, then pull him onto my pussy, convulsing when his tongue spears between the dripping folds before his nose grazes my clit.
“Ohhh…” This moan is more desperate than the first, almost angry.
He works me with his mouth and tongue until I’m on the brink of climax, then he adds his fingers into the mix.
“Still… I’ll take my time,” he groans against my slicked slit when my body’s first thought is to reject the sudden intrusion. “But you need to open up for me. You need to let me in.”
As his tongue flicks at the nervy bud between my legs, he once again attempts to push a finger inside me.
This time, he enters without so much resistance. The tingles racing through me are too perverse for me to concentrate on the snick of pain his entrance caused.
“Good girl, Einstein. Now show me the rhythm that’ll get you off.” He flicks my clit with three rapid-fired hits, stealing my concentration before asking, “Ride my face like you did my cock.”
“That… do that,” I stammer out when he does something with his finger that doubles the shivers wracking through me.
He increases the speed of his pumps, bringing my moans from pants to almost screams, then only a minute later, a blinding orgasm tears through me.
As my body shakes and my ears ring in the aftermath of my shouted chants, my pussy spasms around Cash’s thick finger. It is a brilliant, long tremor that has me clawing for a sense of normality. I feel like I’m floating on a lust cloud, both spent but ready for more.