Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I eat her pussy with hot, potent need that’s tinged with desperation. I wasn’t a fan of oral before Jess. I didn’t want to give it, and I most definitely didn’t want to receive it, but like fears can govern the most dominant man, needs can as well.
I need Jess’s mouth on me but only after I’ve ensured she’s been taken care of first.
Pleasure isn’t meant to be for one.
Hence, my inability to masturbate. I was taught that pleasure was given, not taken, and although self-pleasure technically does both, there were too many other factors stopping me from remembering nothing he said was gospel. Not even the sermons he delivered every Sunday.
With my mood close to spiraling down a dark and dingy hole, I concentrate on the chants that slip from Jess’s mouth every time I drive her to the brink. They forever tug me out of the shadows attempting to swallow me whole.
That’s why every rule we discussed was broken within the first week. We’ve showered together, fucked in a bed, and on more than one occasion, I’ve stayed the night.
It wasn’t on purpose. The insane need to fuck at all hours of the night and day eventually parallels with exhaustion. We collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and sticky private parts, so it was only right to wash off the mess the following morning.
“Louder, Jessie,” I growl against her aching slit, my voice as demanding as the attention of my lips and tongue on her clit. Drown him out.
Jess’s cries of pleasure ricochet off the walls of her living room as her grip on my hair strengthens. She rides my face without shame, her hips moving as sensually as mine did earlier tonight.
Her head falls back, connecting with the mirror behind her before the fluttering flicks of my tongue on her clit send her flying over the blissful edge. A long, ragged moan seeps from her lips as her thighs press against my ears. She tremors and moans, her body bowing as it fights through the viciousness of a blinding orgasm, and she does it without once muttering the word that would have me retreating faster than a bride-to-be’s offer for a private one-on-one ‘show.’
I wait for the shudders adding to the stickiness of Jess’s smooth skin to subside before standing from my crouched position, plucking her off the entryway table, then spinning her around to face the mirror. As our eyes connect in the foggy mirror, I slide my hand between her legs, growling when my fingers find her clit through her drenched panties.
It is so responsive to my touch. With only a handful of rotations, her knees are close to buckling out from beneath her as sparks of lust burn through her eyes.
“Don’t come, Jessie. Not yet.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes fight the urge to close when my demand reaches her ears. She stares at me in the mirror, the anger in her eyes hiding the fact she’s already climaxed once.
She hates when I deny her, but her annoyance is pushed aside when I give a reason for my demand. “I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel your juices on my dick and dribbling over my balls when you let go for the second time.” After freeing my cock from my trunks and wrapping him with a condom, I raise the hem of Jess’s dress to the middle of her back, then return my eyes to her peering at me in the mirror. “And I need to see your face so I know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
When I tug off her panties with a brutal yank, she murmurs, “You drive me insane.”
“But since it’s a good madness, you’re more than a willing participant.”
Since she can’t deny the truth, she remains quiet.
Her silence doesn’t linger for long. A second after burying my face into her neck, I arch her back, lift her right thigh so it balances on the entryway table, then enter her in a primitive, almost ruthless way.
“Oh… ahh…” She keeps in her biblical moans, opting for something far more devilish. “Fuck…”
“Yes, Jessie. That’s what we’re doing. We’re fucking.”
As I thrust in and out of her at a frantic, ball-slapping pace, I slip my hand back between her legs to toy with her clit. Each slam of my hips drives my cock into her deeper, which in turn, doubles the hardness of her clit. She is close to detonation after only a handful of pumps, but since I’m not ready for her to be finished yet, I only flick her clit every fourth pump.
It causes the lust bristling between us to spiral out of control and for the room to be overwhelmed with mugginess, but it also increases Jess’s pants for more to an ear-piercing level. She’s drowning out his grunts as he forced me to pleasure myself and his cruel taunts about me dressing extra nice to entice him.