Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
“You like what you see? It’s all yours,” she says, twirling around so I get the full view of her. Her curvy body is everything I imagined and then some. Fucking hell, she’s perfection. All smooth skin and curves. I want to lick every fucking inch of her. There won’t be a place I haven’t touched or tasted on her body.
“You got something against panties?” I ask after my eyes blaze a trail of remembrance of her from head to toe.
“No, I just don’t really need them around you. Do I?”
“No, baby. You don’t.”
She grins at me, and I swear my heart stops beating. Then she jumps up into my arms, my hands automatically cradling her ass. I kiss her again, tasting her toothpaste. Even that turns me on. I walk her to the bed and drop her in the center of it. I kick my pants off and join her, kissing down her body until I reach her pussy. I take her clit in my mouth before licking her entire slit. The first taste is almost more than I can bear. She tastes like both sin and innocence. The innocence that’s about to be mine. From clit to asshole, I taste what’s mine. She has no idea how much or how long I’ve wanted her spread out before me like the sexiest buffet known to man. This man. Only me. For-fucking-ever.
“Chris, that feels amazing,” she moans. Her hips move frantically as she grinds into my face. Reaching up, I palm her tits. Her nipples are pebbled under my hands. I eat her cunt until her juices are dripping down my face. Getting up on my knees, I stroke my cock, well aware that the only thing that’s been on my mind for quite some time is about to come to fruition.
“Do you want this, Sierra? When I take your pretty cunt, you are mine forever.”
“I want this. I need this.” She’s nodding at me vigorously.
“Have you been a good girl for me?” I ask, my voice gravelly and harsh. It won’t matter if I’m not the first, but I sure as shit will be the last.
“Yes. I’ve been a very good girl for you. Waiting for you.” I lean down, kissing her.
“Yes, You are such a good girl,” I say, gripping her thighs and pulling them as far open as they will go. “Such a pretty pussy.” I grip my cock and line it up with her opening. I lean forward and break through her sweet cherry. Jesus, I could die right the fuck now and be happy. I knew this pussy would be the end of everything for me. There will never be another woman who makes me like she does. Never.
“Oh my God, Chris. Please.”
“So tight. You’re so fucking tight.”
“I love you,” she says quietly.
“Oh, fucking hell, baby. I love you too,” I reply as I fuck into her. I realize that I am not wearing a condom. “You on birth control?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says, overemphasizing the P. Her pussy clenches around me. I pause. She wraps her legs around my waist. My cock is still hard in her, but I want to be sure she knows what’s she in for.
“I’m gonna fill your womb with my seed, Sierra.”
“I know. I want it.”
“You’re gonna be my wife,” I say.
“I know. I want it,” she repeats, lost to the pleasure that I’m giving her. I’m the only man who will ever give her pleasure like this. I’ve earned this. I’ve earned her.
I move inside of her again. Her nails dig into my shoulders; her heels dig into my ass. Fuck, this is Heaven on Earth.
She comes around my cock, screaming my name. I lean down and eat her scream with my kiss. I come inside her, filling her until it leaks out of her and down my balls. I had no idea I could come so much. It’s all fucking her. She is my only temptation. My home. My heart and fucking soul.
Regrettably, I pull out of her, pulling her close to me.
“I should go before the sun comes up.” She kisses me. “I’ll see you in the morning when I pick Gen up. Is she here? Shit, I hope I wasn’t too loud. I didn’t even think of that.” She gets out of bed. “Do you have something dry I can wear?” she asks.
“She’s not here. She is at a hotel,” I say, chuckling at her incessant babbling. I get out of bed, pull a long-sleeved McCray shirt and a pair of basketball shorts out of my drawer and hand them to her. She quickly puts them on.
“I hate this,” she says, looking down at the floor.
“Then stay with me. Consequences be damned,” I reply.
“I can’t do that to you,” she says.
“You aren’t doing anything baby. I want you by my side. Spend the night. Fuck, spend forever.”