Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Rather than climbing back on top of me and grinding like I thought she would, Ryann goes to the floor, kneeling in front, between my spread legs.
Reaches for the base of my dick, leaning forward and swallowing the length of my cock.
“Holy shit…”
Oh my God.
My hands want to touch her, stroke her hair, but there isn’t enough blood flowing through my brain for the actions to coordinate. Instead, I grab the couch cushions and tug, same way I want to grab her long hair.
Ryann Winters blows me as if it were my birthday, deep and with enthusiasm. The tingling in my balls has me rolling my eyes at the same time I squeeze them shut.
“Oh fuck…oh shit…” I gasp again. “Deeper.”
Take it all, I want to add, but I hold the words in, not wanting to be a pig about this favor she’s bestowing upon me. My dick is a dam that’s about to burst, and she hasn’t even been sucking on it long—two minutes, tops.
Her hand goes under my balls, cupping them. Plays with them as if they were a pair of toys, middle finger pressing on my taint.
And because there’s no blood in my brain, it doesn’t tell my pelvis not to thrust up, doesn’t tell my body not to fuck her mouth.
Ryann gags.
Gags but doesn’t stop.
Watching the top of her head, watching her swallowing my hard cock, taking it in her mouth makes me want to—
Shoot my load in her mouth.
“I’m c-coming,” I groan, trying feebly to pull away on the off chance she wants to finish me off in her hand.
But she doesn’t.
Not Ryann Winters.
I should have known she’d swallow.
Should have known she isn’t a quitter.
twenty-seven
ryann
“I like him more than I’m annoyed by him, which counts for something, right?”
– Winnie
If I didn’t know any better, I would think Dallas Colter was petting my hair.
Although, I did just give him a blowie worthy of a porn star.
**hair flip**
Still on the floor in front of him, I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.
I rise.
Stand between his legs because I’m essentially stuck there, surprised when his hands go around my waist. Even more surprised when he stands, lifting me by the ass and hiking me up so my legs are around his hips.
Stalks to the other side of the room.
“Where are you taking me?”
The bedroom—he’s taking me to the bedroom, dropping me in the center of my bed before climbing up the center toward me, hands going straight to my panties.
He pulls them down.
Face goes straight to my pussy, one of his legs hiked up, the other hanging off the mattress. Dallas Colter with his mouth on my clit is a glorious sight.
I can’t get enough of him.
I wanted to suck his dick—something I’ve rarely done in past relationships because I never considered myself good at it. But tonight? I wanted to have his dick in my mouth so bad it started watering as soon as I climbed on top of him.
And what a pretty dick it is, if there is such a thing.
It sits between his thighs now, spent from coming in my mouth, lying against the bedding still semi-hard.
Like I said: pretty.
Dallas sucks on my pussy, licking and sucking, thumbs moving in a slow circular motion, adding to my torment. His elbows press down on my knees to keep my legs spread.
So hot.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He moans into me, eating me out. “So fucking sexy.”
One hand crawls up my body and massages my boob, fingers gently squeezing.
I want him inside of me so bad.
I want him inside of me so bad I lean up on my elbows to watch him, stare at his dick to see if it’s hard again, knowing if it is, I’m going to beg him to fuck me—any self-respecting girl would.
I want him inside of me so bad.
I deserve a stiff dicking after the month I’ve had!
My mind wanders…
Condoms.
There are condoms in the bedside drawer, my brain shouts.
I bought them when I thought I needed to be prepared if I had Diego over to my apartment, something that never came to pass, the brand-new box in the top drawer gathering dust.
Yes…thank you, God.
Dallas’s hips are rotating against the bedspread, basically dry humping the mattress, his thick thighs a thing of beauty. I observe him for a few seconds before pulling on his shoulder.
He lifts his head.
Eyes are unfocused. Lips glossy.
Hair a mess.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him matter-of-factly, not wasting time being coy. “Please.”
Why am I saying please? Jesus, Ryann—it’s not as if he’s going to turn you down. He’s already ready to go, and you already know he’s attracted to you.
Is this what it feels like to have a friend with benefits?
“I don’t have any protection.” His fingers haven’t left their spot on my clit, thumb still pressed against the top of it.