Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
My hands slid up his rock-hard legs to the waistband of his jeans underneath his shirt. I felt for the metal button before I popped it open then tugged down the zipper so his cock could be free. It was hidden under his black boxers, but the definition was so distinct it was like a log just beneath the surface of a lake. My fingers tugged into his boxers and slowly pulled them down.
He lifted his hips to aid me, to help me get his bottoms the rest of the way off.
Inch by inch, his hard dick was revealed, the throbbing vein going from the tip down to the base. It was intimidating every time I saw it, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Just before I began my descent to press my lips to his length, his command halted me.
“Take off your blouse.” His tone deepened like an endless chasm.
I was just about to give him head, but he interrupted because my mouth wasn’t enough.
“I like your tits.”
I rested on the balls of my feet before I freed each button, slowly loosening the shirt on my body until I tugged it out of my skirt. I released the last buttons before the material came free, showing my black push-up bra underneath.
His eyes immediately went to my cleavage. It wasn’t a glance but a full-on stare, as if he hadn’t seen me naked last night.
I unclasped the bra and let the straps fall from my arms. It dropped to the floor at my knees. The cool air that hit my chest immediately made my nipples harden. Made my delicate skin bubble with bumps.
Like a king on his throne, he continued to keep his arms on the armrests, his big dick on his stomach, looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, when he was the one who was hot as fuck.
My hands went to my knees, and I started to come closer.
“The skirt too.”
I stopped then rose on my knees so I could pull down the zipper at my back. The material loosened over my hips and revealed my little thong underneath, a black G-string that wouldn’t show a panty line through my skirt.
He seemed to like that because he stared and stared.
I waited for him to ask me to remove the thong, but he didn’t.
I moved back to him, slid between his parted knees, and then let my chest rest against his hard body, his dick sliding right between my tits.
He seemed to like that because he gave a quiet moan, a moan that was so subtle it might have just been a dream.
I dipped my head and kissed his hard stomach, feeling the hardness of his abs, licking the black color of his ink. I slowly moved down as I tasted him, as I smelled the scent that had gradually stuck to all my clothes and my bare skin from being smothered in his sheets.
When I finally kissed his head, he inhaled a slow breath, like the simple touch of my lips was enough to set him on fire.
I kissed him again and again, starting off slow before I made my way down, sprinkling his vein with my kisses, eventually arriving at his groomed balls. He was like a bull placed in a pasture with the single purpose of mating. Instead of big horns, he had a big dick—and big balls to go with it.
I kissed his sack and felt it tighten at my touch. He released a sexy breath when he felt me.
I started to use my tongue, slathering his balls in my spit before gliding up his length, slowly returning to where I started—and feeling a twitch along the way. Before I got there, his hand slid into my hair like a cowboy gripping the reins of his horse. He grabbed his length and lifted his dick forward as he guided my head down, wanting his dick in my hot mouth as soon as possible.
I flattened my tongue and pushed his dick in as far as I could handle. But that didn’t seem to be enough for him as he forced me down farther, nearly bringing me to the point of gagging because his pleasure was more important than my discomfort.
He guided me up and down and told me exactly how he wanted me to suck his dick. Didn’t waste any time letting me discover his likes and dislikes. Like a man, he just told me, wanting it to hurt a little, just the way it did when he was balls deep inside my pussy. His fingers tightened on my hair, and he showed me the pace, wanting every thrust to be slow and purposeful, so he could feel the groove of my tongue over each inch, to savor the way it made my eyes water.