Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes, then proved how sure I was when I bent forward and caught her outer labia between my teeth and gave it a small nip.
She gasped and jerked, inadvertently spreading wider in the process, and stared at me in astonishment. “You just bit me! On the vagina!”
I leaned in while she was distracted and dragged my tongue along the length of her slit, causing her to gasp.
Grinning wickedly, I decided to eat her for dinner, sucking, tugging, playing, and ultimately pulling two orgasms out of her that shut her up mighty fine.
When I finally pulled back, beard and lips wet with her juices, it was to find her staring at the ceiling as if she was in a comatose state.
I grinned and stood up, my cock hard and proud in front of me, and stared at her until she finally brought her eyes up to meet mine.
“I think,” she breathed. “You beat your record from yesterday.”
I chuckled, slightly out of breath from the exertion, but chose to push past it and focus on something much more pleasurable than my death.
I fisted my cock in my hand, and slowly pumped the length of it over the top of her pussy, my eyes on hers.
“You’re making me feel nervous,” she whispered, twisting on top of my bed spread and watching me with a narrow-eyed look on her face that bespoke the nerves she’d just admitted to.
“I don’t know why,” I told her. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You seriously could get any guy that you wanted. Why do you want ol’ broken down me?”
She sat up and my cock practically touched her mouth as she said, “Because I’ve wanted you since you were old enough to tell me how bitchy my grandmother is.”
I laughed as I bent down and captured her mouth. Only once she was breathing just as hard as I was did I let her up for air.
“I think,” I said as I slowly bent down until my cock was lined up with her entrance, “that you need to not mention her in this bed ever again.”
She snickered as she went back onto her elbows and watched me bring my cock to her entrance.
With my eyes on her face, as she watched, I slowly sank inside of her until there wasn’t a single inch of me not cocooned in her softness.
Her mouth parted, and she stared at me in shock.
“What?” I rasped, bending down until only the tips of her nipples pressed against my chest.
I’d seen a lot of boobs in my lifetime.
When I’d suffered my heart attack when I was younger, I’d done my damndest to live life to the fullest. That meant I wasn’t always choosy when it came to sexual partners. If they were hot and wanted me? Who was I to say no?
But being with a ton of women also gave me a lot to compare Mavis to.
And I knew, without one single doubt in my mind, that the woman underneath of me, taking my cock so pretty, had no comparison to other women.
Her breasts were perfect, despite having stretch marks indicating that they’d grown very fast in size, likely due to Vlad’s pregnancy.
They were smaller than I was used to, and they by no means were the most perky I’d ever seen. But they were a part of the woman that was by no means perfect to everyone else, but she was perfect for me.
“You’re looking at me weird,” she grumbled as she once again sifted her hands through my hair. “Why?”
I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her lips, forcing myself not to say, ‘because I fucking love you’ to her.
I never planned on telling her.
Not ever.
Because she didn’t need that or me on her conscience when I was gone.
I didn’t know how long I had, but for this single moment in time, I was going to ignore my fucked up life and focus on what was right in front of me.
Or beneath me.
“Just thinking about how good you feel,” I lied.
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re a lying little liar.”
I bent down and pressed my forehead to hers, then started to make small, circular movements with my hips.
Small, miniscule little circles that had me pressing against things deep inside of her that I could tell were feeling really good.
How could I tell?
The way she was tilting her hips up just so, allowing me to dip just a small amount deeper inside of her. Or the way she was arching her neck, causing my beard and lips to rasp along the sensitive skin.
He hands were also fisting in my hair now, directing my movements to where she wanted me most, a spot right underneath her ear that seemed to drive her wild when I bit it lightly.