Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She whimpered.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you.”
“What?”
“I’m going to lick this sweet pussy.”
“But … isn’t that what porn stars and er, books do?”
Dylan was taken aback. “What?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. You don’t have to do that.”
He had a feeling the ex had told her some lies. “Let me show you how good this can be. If you don’t like it, we stop. Just tell me to stop.”
She nodded and he waited for her to relax back down, and then he looked at her pretty pussy. There was a small thatch of hair covering her pussy, and he saw how wet she was. The scent of her made his mouth water for a taste, and he used his fingers to open her slit, staring down at her sweet cunt. He wanted this to be good for her.
Dylan had a feeling her ex had never satisfied. He didn’t even know if she’d ever reached an orgasm. If he ever met the bastard, he was going to fucking kill him, no doubt about it.
Sliding his tongue across her clit, he felt Robin jolt beneath his touch as she tried to get accustomed to the feel of his touch. He went easy on her at first, allowing her to get accustomed to what he was doing. Then, little by little, he went harder. From his tongue, he sucked her clit into his mouth, and then once she could handle that, he used his teeth.
He didn’t cause any kind of pain. Dylan didn’t want this to be a painful experience. Just enough to create a riot against that delicate balance of pain and pleasure.
She whimpered, cried out, but at no point did she tell him to stop.
He slid a finger down her slit and then pressed it inside her, adding a second finger as he began to suck and lick at her clit. He felt the change inside her as she started to build toward her orgasm.
At first, he was going to prolong it, make her beg, but with this being her first time with him, and he had a feeling her first orgasm with a man, he pushed her over the edge. There would be time for teasing and tormenting, but this wasn’t it.
Chapter Seven
Robin had never been satisfied in the bedroom. For many years she figured it was her own fault. Her ex was always happy, at least she figured he was, but the truth was, he didn’t care. He’d only been interested in his own goals and ambitions, and sex was just there to keep up the illusion with her.
Once she realized the truth and the divorce had been finalized, Robin simply hadn’t been interested in men, or finding out if it could be amazing with the right guy, or any other guy. She knew she could reach orgasm with her own hand, which she had done all through her marriage, but never with him, or during their time together.
Dylan’s tongue was amazing.
In fact, Dylan was everything she had ever wanted, and that was a scary thought. For a long time, she had prayed for her marriage to get better. It never had, and she knew why, because he’d already been taken by someone else, just not the right someone.
Screaming Dylan’s name, she couldn’t help her body’s responses as she jerked up on the bed. He pressed his palm flat against her stomach, holding her in place as she rode that wave. His mouth still on her pussy as she orgasmed. It was incredible. She had never felt anything like it.
Dylan didn’t stop touching her immediately. He slowed down his movements until he did a final kiss on her pussy, and then slowly traveled up her body. He still wore the shorts but she felt the hardness of his cock as he pressed against her.
“You taste incredible.”
She felt her cheeks heat.
“Stop,” she said. Robin felt him immediately pull away, and panic assailed her as she grabbed him. “No, no, I don’t mean stop. It was … I don’t know, you said I tasted incredible.”
“And you do, and you’re blushing.”
“I guess it’s a bit strange, a thirty-year-old blushing.”
“Not to me.” He took possession of her mouth and she tasted herself on his tongue.
“Dylan,” she said.
“Yes.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“I know.”
She took a deep breath as she wasn’t quite sure if he understood what she meant. She’d never been like this. On her wedding day, she’d been a virgin and she’d never initiated sex, not once.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
He’d already licked her pussy, so she didn’t see a reason to hold back, unless he acted in a certain way, and then this was over, so totally over.
“I’m going to,” he said.
He pressed himself up and she was about to complain, but he climbed off the bed. In one swoop, he removed the shorts he’d been wearing, sliding them down his body, and she watched as they dropped onto the floor.