Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck,” I hiss when I’m enveloped by her mouth. Her wet, warm mouth.
Fuck yes, do more of that, I want to say, but I’m terrified to tell her what to do for fear that she’ll stop because that’s exactly what a girl like Daisy would do. Stop to give me a piece of her mind and say something snarky to let me know I’m no longer in charge.
I can feel every nerve in my body come alive as she takes me in her mouth—the sensation is electric, and my whole body tingles with pleasure.
It’s been ages since anyone has blown me, though Shannon always tries.
I can't believe how good Daisy’s mouth feels; can’t believe the way she moves her lips and tongue…it’s driving me to the brink of…of ecstasy.
My eyes squeeze shut.
I'm lost in the moment, completely consumed by sensation.
More.
I want more…
Daisy sucks, the saliva from her mouth a natural lube, her hand moving up and down at the same time her head bobs.
Up.
Down.
Shit, if she doesn’t slow down, I’m going to come…
And if she’s going to blow me—if she wants to have sex—she needs to dial it down or there will be no riding me.
Still.
It's like nothing else exists in the world except the two of us, lost in the throes of passion. I know I won't be able to hold out for much longer, and I give myself up to the intense pleasure coursing through my body.
Fuck yes.
Fuck…
I let her suck my cock a few seconds more, hands reach for her hair, wishing it was down and not in a braid so I had something more to grab on to.
“Daisy,” I grit out. “Slow down or I’m gonna come, babe.”
It pains me to admit it but, “I don’t have the stamina for you to keep blowing me this way—or I’m literally goin’ to blow.”
Did I just say that out loud?
Jesus Christ.
I look down at the top of her head.
Holy shit, is there anything sexier than watching a woman with your dick in her mouth?
All signs point to no.
No there isn’t.
“Do you actually want me to stop?” she whispers, and I raise my head again to look at her. Her mouth is moist from saliva, puffy from sucking.
“I don’t want you to stop. I need you to stop.” I pause, counting for a bit of self-control. “I need a second.”
I need her on her back, and I need her thong off; I need it on the floor.
“Take your panties off and lie on your back.”
I need a second. Just one.
I watch as she stands, sliding her white thong down her thighs. She steps out of it and leaves it on the floor, crawling up and onto the bed to join me.
forty-eight
daisy
My advice: Don’t give a blow job just because you run out of things to talk about.
Thank god his cock isn’t massive, or I would have choked on it.
Proportionate to his height, I’m happy to report, I’ve heard horror stories from my friends about the guys they’d dated and slept with. Not every tall guy is packing a dick that’s true to scale. So many of them are oddly disappointing.
He wanted me on my back, but I’m not content here, wiggling my hips under his scrutiny, his eyes doing a full body scan of my tits, stomach, and pussy, assessing the situation with a slow smile.
He’s satisfied.
I can see it.
He’s hungry, too, wanting to take from me any pleasure he can. Wanting to give it to me, too.
His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking gently. Licking it. Blowing on it to make it a hard bud.
Sucking again before traveling south, spreading my legs with his arms to make room for himself.
He stretches himself on the bed, stretching at an odd angle to make himself fit on my full mattress—a difficult task but not an impossible one.
Drake Colter is huge...but flexible, apparently.
He adjusts himself so his face easily fits between my thighs, fingers parting my pussy, lips and tongue working their magic.
And it is magic, all of it.
Every minute we’ve spent together has been amazing and the sex is too. I can’t wait to have him inside me…
He wants me ready.
He wants me wet.
I moan, thrashing my head as his teeth scrape my skin, making me shiver. Giving me gooseflesh and causing me to moan again.
Why is he so good at this?
Why does it feel so good?
How is he able to make me come?
Oh my godddd…
I want to pull his hair. I want to scratch his back.
I want to say dirty words and—
“Do you have a condom?” His voice is raspy and near my ear, and in a haze, I look at him.
“Yes.” My arm falls to the mattress, finger pointing at the bedside table. “Drawer.”
I’m the caveman now.
I’m the one with a limited vocabulary.
I’m the one speaking in one-word sentences like a dude with two brain cells to rub together.