Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Desperately.
I wouldn’t—not tonight, anyway—but the sight of her ass in the air, waiting for me, got me hotter than hell.
I rubbed my fingers between her legs over her panties. They were damp with her arousal, and I pushed them to the side and stroked over her wet folds.
She startled, then stilled when I began to play. So wet. So hot. So plush and swollen.
I had to taste her.
Now.
I pulled her panties down, and she straightened her legs and dropped back to her belly to let me take them off her, shaking off her bra at the same time. She was right there with me. Naked.
“Screaming is allowed,” I said as I pushed her to her side and hooked my hand under the top knee to pull it up and open. “So is hair tugging. Any guy been here before?”
She frowned, then shook her head.
“Okay, doll. You said you were a virgin, but I wasn’t sure how much you played. I have to admit, knowing I’m the first guy to get here, to get my mouth on you…” I reached down and pressed hard against my dick to get control again.
I ignored her uncertain look as I lowered my head and licked into her.
She gasped, jerking hard.
I tsked. “Hold still for me, doll. I need to taste you.”
I flicked the tip of my tongue against the hood of her clit lightly several times, then swirled my tongue around it with more pressure.
Her moan was a sweet reward. I traced the inside of her sex, sucked and nipped her labia.
Her legs thrashed around my shoulders, and she reached for my hair, tugging tentatively at first, then with more force. It only made me impossibly harder.
“That’s right, doll. Show me where you want my mouth.” I made my tongue stiff and penetrated her, but she tugged my face higher. I got my lips over her little nubbin and sucked and she cried out, yanking my hair.
I worked one finger inside her and pumped it as her legs went wild around me. Then I worked a second in and curled them to stroke her inner wall, seeking that elusive G-spot. She started vocalizing—letting out short gasps and choked cries. Little keening syllables of need.
“Yes… ung… please… oh!”
I found the place where the tissue felt different—stiffened and raised under my fingertips and worked the spot, listening to her cries grow more frantic. My dick surged against my zipper, rock hard and aching, but tonight wasn’t about me. I needed to get my sexy veterinarian comfortable with letting go and allowing herself to experience pleasure with a male—me—before I even thought about popping her cherry.
She’d already come once in the stable, and she was almost there for number two. I’d get more off her until she knew she was a wild, passionate woman. Until her brain was empty, and all she could think about was how I made her feel.
By the time our two weeks were through, Charlie would never have trouble asking for—even demanding—what she wanted or needed from a man.
Except thinking of Charlie with another male stirred some deep-seated jealousy I’d never experienced before, which had me working her pussy with even more intent. Her orgasms were mine. It wasn’t like me to be possessive of the human females I fucked. Not by a long shot. Strange that this one evoked something primitive in me. Primitive? Hell, yes. She was so beautiful like this, lost, wild in her complete abandon. And I was doing it to her.
I was fierce in my determination to show her everything.
But I forgot all that the moment Charlie cried out and came all over my face. I pumped my fingers in and out of her as her tight channel squeezed and fluttered, pelvic floor lifting and pulling up. She dripped onto me, my palm drenched, my lips and chin covered.
“Oh my God. Oh my gawd!” she moaned. “Levi.”
“That’s right, doll,” I said, licking my lips. “I love it when you say my name while you come.”
“Oh God.”
“Levi will do,” I deadpanned, pulling my fingers out of her and licking them, too.
She pushed up on her elbows, her dark hair mussed, face flushed. “Wow.”
I grinned, feeling more than a little pleased with myself. “I haven’t even punched that V-card for you, yet.”
Her flush grew brighter, and she flopped on her back and stared at the ceiling. “Wow,” she repeated.
“I’ll get you some water. We need to keep you hydrated.” I winked before I slipped out of the room to grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge. When I came back, I was half afraid she’d be getting dressed or hiding under the covers, but she hadn’t moved. She still lay gloriously naked in the center of my bed, her muscles slack, a small smile on her face.
I’d put it there.