Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I arch into a knot as he parts my folds and spreads my legs with his shoulders, his tongue licking its way through me for the first time, making me shudder and see stars.
Dietrich out groans me as his tongue moves around my soft wetness, his hands pushing my legs open as the sensations begin to roll through me like a storm.
I’m bucking uncontrollably within seconds, as his lips suck on that sensitive nub while his tongue wiggles and swirls, faster and faster, until the storm brewing inside of me unleashes.
The roughness of his beard warms my soft flesh as he pokes at my opening, stabbing and spinning. When I nearly fall off the chair, his hand centers me again, pressing his face harder into my soft spaces as his tongue returns to the apex of my sex, chaos catapulting around inside me.
He eats at my pussy like he’s been starved, his narrow eyes latching to mine with a darkness that pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“My little girl tastes better than I imagined. Extra sweet and so tight, so fresh. You kept it safe for me. That’s a good girl.”
I utter something unintelligible as his fingertips dig into my breasts and he grinds his teeth against my pulsing sex.
He rakes his tongue up and down as the spinning inside me intensifies and I lock my ankles around his waist, grinding myself into his mouth, my hands tearing at his hair.
He’s cursing as he feasts, his brow furrowed with the effort, and I feel the pulses of pleasure all the way through to my ass. I shout out from behind clenched teeth as the spinning inside me turns into a sucking black hole. I’m at the top of the needle, roaring toward the sky as I shake and quiver, allowing my body to lose itself in the pleasure of this man’s mouth.
I’m soaring into space as the tension reaches the tipping point and there’s no going back. I’m jettisoned into the atmosphere, into the cool emptiness of space, riding that needle as his tongue laps and lips suck and I’m twisting and shaking as he guides me into the infinite beyond.
His calloused fingers poke softly at my opening as his tongue flicks on my soaking flesh, sending me into orbit again.
I’m spent, slack, and when I’m falling back to earth, he’s catching me, holding me, saving me.
“That’s my girl,” I hear in the distance as I’m lifted, boneless, and he turns me toward the desk, face down. The smooth wood is cool against my breasts and my cheek, as his hand lays heavy on the center of my back, holding me steady. “Now, one more thing you’re going to do for me. Your body is relaxed and ready. This is going to go in your other hole…”
There’s some noise from behind as his hand leaves me for a moment, then returns only on my butt cheek. His fingers slide with cool ease down the crack as I gasp, pushing to lift myself as his hand comes to secure me in place.
“What are you doing?” I stutter through the orgasmic haze.
“Getting you ready. I told you all your holes are mine. I don’t know when I’ll use this one, but for now, I’m going to prime it so you’ll be ready. Be still and relax…”
Pressure against my back entrance sends another wave of lust through me. Cool liquid on the smooth tip of something makes me wince and hiss but after a moment of intense pressure, I exhale as my body settles around the stem of something Dietrich has placed inside of me.
“What is it?”
“It’s a butt plug. An inflatable one. What’s inside you now is small, but with this…” He moves into my view holding up a pen shaped remote control. “I press this…”
I suck in a sharp breath, babbling incoherently as the object inside me starts to vibrate and inflate.
He clicks the pen again and it stops, leaving me quivering, saliva gathering under my tongue.
“It’s going to be a fun night.”
There’s a quick tap at the door and Dietrich gives me a look. “Stay,” he says, and if I could speak I’d tell him right now, that’s not a problem.
I’m not sure I have the power to move.
I listen to the sound of his steps, then the door.
“Yes? I’m sorry, Jamie is getting dressed. I apologize, it’s not a good time.”
“Oh, sorry.” It’s Maaaaargaret. “I’m sorry to bother you, but…guests are starting to arrive. Don’t take too long or you’ll miss the fun.”
“Thank you, Margaret,” Dietrich rumbles. “We certainly won’t want to miss any fun.”
A moment later, he’s back by my side, helping me stand, his hands roaming down my body as he presses his forehead to the part of my hair.
“I’ll get dressed,” I murmur, my hands shaking as they settle on his forearms.