Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I did some research,” she panted, her breath hitching when I moved my mouth to the top of her thighs.
“What kind of research?” I asked curiously.
My voice may have sounded steady, but I was anything but. Just the taste of her was doing weird things to my head. Things like me wanting to take her to the courthouse and put my last name at the end of her first name.
“For when you came back,” she answered.
I didn’t think my head was wherever hers was because I was beginning to be confused. Or, quite possibly, her taste was getting to my brain. Either one was a possibility at this point.
“Okay,” I said. “What was it that you learned for when I came back?”
She gestured toward the bus, and I glanced at her as I stuck my tongue out and licked.
Her head fell backward, but she didn’t stop talking as she widened her legs and pushed herself into my mouth.
The taste of her bathed my tongue as I licked her clit, my fingers spreading her pussy lips wide for access.
“Stabilizers,” she whispered. “For the swaying.”
“Are we talking about the windstorm right now?” I asked between laps of my tongue against her clit. “We should be talking about other things.”
The right hand that was holding a pussy lip with a thumb moved, the fingers traveling up and into my mouth for a lick of my fingers before I once again placed them against her.
Eyes on her face, I watched as I penetrated her with one thick digit.
Her throat bobbed, and since that was the only thing I could see since her head was still thrown back, I knew that it affected her in the right way.
“There’s no ‘windstorm,’” she breathed. “You are the ‘windstorm.’”
It dawned on me what she was talking about then.
“I researched how to not make it obvious that you’re having sex on a bus. They suggested stabilizers, suggesting to littles that there would be a windstorm later that night, and having sex with, and not against, the wheels.” She ended that last bit on a moan, causing me to curl my fingers inside of her again, this time much more slowly.
“I need to taste you,” she breathed. “Let me taste you.”
I pushed my fingers in deeper, loving the way she moaned but knowing we needed to keep it quiet.
She could explain away the rocking but not the words and sounds she was making.
So maybe she did need something to do with her mouth…
I reluctantly let my fingers drop from her body altogether, but my mouth lingered just long enough to press a kiss to the clit that I’d been circling.
I stood, my slick fingers going to the button of my pants as I stared down at her.
Her breath was sawing in and out of her lungs, and her eyes were wild as she watched me fumble with first my boots, then my button, my zipper, and finally my pants altogether.
I shoved them all the way off, then toed off my boots.
I didn’t wear motorcycle boots like the rest of the guys did. I’d always strayed toward work boots, the kind that were easily slipped on and off.
In this moment in time, I was glad for the ease of use because I was naked that much faster and prowling toward her mouth on the bed.
First, I kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue.
Only when she was digging her fingernails into me, her hips lifting to press against my thighs, did I continue up the bed.
My cock dragged along her torso, climbing higher and smearing my precum along her skin as I went. Little droplets strayed along her chest and on her throat as I finally came to a stop around the headboard with my cock laid across her mouth.
“Suck me,” I urged.
God, did I want her to do more than that.
I wanted her to gag on me. I wanted her to choke. I wanted her to swallow me down whole.
But first, I’d start with her taking me into her mouth.
She opened her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip where another droplet of precum had beaded.
I closed my eyes to wrangle myself under control.
All I wanted to do was shove my cock so far into her throat that she couldn’t make a sound. Wanted to pump my dick into her so fast that she had no way to breathe.
She brought one hand up to wrap around my cock, and my eyes flashed open just in time to see her mouth engulf the tip.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
She stopped and stared at me, her eyes wide.
Dropping my cock from her mouth, she said, “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you cuss.”
I winced.
I tried really hard not to do that in front of ladies, but…
“I can’t control myself around you,” I grumbled, my eyes intense.