Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I think I hear him chuckle as he covers my mouth with his hand when I begin to moan, arching my back, coming on his tongue.
When Lev fucks me, he’s hard. Rough.
When he eats my pussy, it’s all soft and wet, and oh my God, I need him to stop.
“Please!”
He draws his fingers out, then drags my panties off before laying his weight on me, elbows on either side of my head.
“I like how you taste, Kat,” he says, then kisses me with lips still wet from me.
I taste myself on him and meet his tongue with my own as I reach down to undo his jeans. I’m hungry too. I need him.
He straightens to straddle me, and I watch him pull his shirt over his head, greedy when I see his naked chest, shoulders, and arms. I lick my lips and grab at his partially opened belt.
“I’m going to have to eat your pussy every night before bed,” he says, unzipping his jeans and fisting himself.
He pumps once, twice, and I’m unable to drag my eyes away.
I reach out, run my finger along the wet tip and bring it to my lips, smearing it on like it’s lip gloss before licking it off to taste him.
“More,” I demand.
“You’re a dirty girl,” he says with a grin. He slides off the bed to strip off his jeans and briefs, then kneels over me again, this time trapping my arms at my sides.
“More?” he asks. Jerking himself off, he touches the head of his cock to my lips.
I nod, opening my mouth to take him. He grips the headboard with one hand as he leans over, looking huge above me as he guides his cock into my mouth.
“Eyes on me,” he says, setting his other hand on the wall. “I want to watch you take me.”
He moves slowly at first, but I can feel the urgency building, and when he hits the back of my throat, I gag. He draws back and lets me catch a panting breath before going in again.
“You’re not ready for me to fuck your face yet, Kat, not the way I want to,” he finally says before drawing out. He slides over me and cups my face to kiss my mouth.
“I want—”
“I know what you want,” he says and kisses me again. He closes his hands over my thighs and bends my knees up. “But what I need right now is to fuck you the way I need to fuck you.”
He lifts up and looks down at me like this, everything open and exposed to him. He licks his lips.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” He pushes my knees wider and thrusts into me, forcing the breath from me. “And so fucking tight.”
He’s rough when he fucks me, the opposite of his mouth.
“Christ.” He draws out, keeping my legs wide as we both look at where his cock glistens. “Get on your hands and knees,” he tells me, but he doesn’t wait for me to move. Instead, he flips me over and hauls my hips up, forcing my knees wider than is comfortable and splaying my ass open before dipping his head down to lick my pussy. There’s that soft again, but it’s gone in an instant, and he grips a handful of hair and tugs my head backward as he drills into me.
My back arches, and I slip one hand between my legs to play with my clit. The sound of our fucking is loud and wet, skin slapping against skin, his groans and my moans, and when I feel him thicken, feel that familiar twitch just before he comes, I come too, my walls pulsating around him as if to milk him. He thrusts one final time and stills deep inside me, throbbing, emptying into me.
When it’s over, we both collapse. Him behind me, one arm heavy around my waist.
I move to go to the bathroom and clean up, but he tugs me closer.
“I want my smell on you. My cum inside you.” He slips his hand down over my belly and cups my pussy, smearing what’s leaked out into me, the sensation too much for my still sensitive clit. “I’m going to put another baby in you, Kat.”
I quell the hope that creeps up at his words. It’s too early to say yet, so I don’t say anything. Instead, I lie on my back and turn to him. In the light coming in from around the curtains, I can see his face. I brush back his unruly hair and run my palm along his scruffy chin.
He leans down, and I meet him halfway to kiss him. It’s a long, soft kiss, and it makes me think we have time. That time is maybe finally on our side.
When he draws back, he lies on his side and looks at me. He fingers a lock of my hair.