Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
“Maybe I should do this.” Letting go of my nipples, he gathers my mounds, massaging them, making me hiss and grit my teeth. It’s like he’s touching all my pleasure points at once and it’s so good that I can’t even take it. My body is short-circuiting.
Then he presses my achy flesh together, making a valley.
“Isn’t that what you do, Willow? In your bed? When you think about me? You press your tits like this and imagine me fucking them?”
He brings my breasts together, only to pull them apart. Over and over. Slowly, methodically. Every push and pull sends sparks down to my core. There’s a heaviness that’s growing inside my stomach.
I tip my face up to the ceiling. “Yes.”
Then I feel something that makes me moan and steals my breath all at the same time. I whip my gaze down and find Simon at my breasts. His mouth is puckered and latched on to the underside of it. He’s sucking the skin as he would suck on a nipple and I whimper out his name.
He looks up, smirking, all the while making a meal of my breast.
“Tastes like your mouth. Tart and sweet,” he growls when he’s done.
But turns out he’s not done, because he takes a swipe of my nipple with the flat of his tongue.
Swipe, swipe, swipe. Suck.
God, he’s sucking my nipple so good.
“Simon…”
I feel his shirt against my bare stomach, my naked thighs. I want to grind against the cloth, so he knows how wet I am for him. So fucking wet and creamy.
Slowly, Simon makes his way down, pressing soft kisses on the center of my chest and my belly.
My entire body tightens when he reaches the top of my core. He grasps my thighs with his hands, forcing me to keep them open, like he knew I’d try to close them.
I wouldn’t, though; I’m shaking with nervous energy. And I can’t deny that I’m a teeny, tiny bit freaking out with him so close to my nether parts.
No man has ever been this close to them.
“Simon, please. I think… I –”
He’s looking at my pussy, bared and unshaved, as he asks, “You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then shut up.”
The words are a relief more than a command. Like he didn’t want me to say no. Despite my nervousness, warmth pools in my chest.
Simon noses the top of my cunt, smelling my damp curls, and I have to shut my eyes now. I can’t… I can’t look. It’s too erotic. Too out there.
Although I can feel, and I can definitely hear.
His chest shudders with a groan. He’s cursing. It’s like a chant as he rubs his nose, his parted lips on my skin. He hasn’t even gotten to the main part yet and I’m already on the verge of falling.
My thighs are damp with both sweat and my cream. My pussy won’t stop leaking. I’m making more and more of it and I would’ve pushed him away if I were able.
I’m not.
I’m not able to push him away at all. All I can do is bring him closer. Put my hand on his shoulder, fist his shirt and tug him ever so close.
“You’re breaking your word already, Willow,” he groans.
I open my eyes and the dark ceiling comes into view. Somehow, I lower my head and look at him.
What does he mean? My word about not making things difficult? How did I break it?
“H-how?” I ask his head. “What did I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” he mutters.
My heart’s in my stomach. Actually, my heart is where he’s looking at me and it fucking skips a beat when I feel his breath, hot. Right in the center of my core.
I jump so much that he has to band an arm on my lower stomach to keep me in place. With his other hand, he opens my pussy. I feel his fingers parting my lips in the shape of a V and I would’ve have said something about it because frankly, that’s just so strange and new and dirty, if he hadn’t gone and taken a lick of my exposed flesh.
“Oh…”
He does it again and again, until he’s swirling his tongue at my entrance. He sucks in my clit, swallowing it, and I almost dislodge his arm from my jerky movements.
Moans are threatening to burst out of my throat, but I know I can’t. I know I can’t make a sound. As it is, my heavy breaths are echoing around the room, along with his low grunts.
So I push the fabric of my nightshirt inside my mouth and bite down on it, trying to tame my wild sounds, against the electric shocks he’s delivering me with his tongue.
Simon doesn’t notice any of this. He doesn’t notice how I’m trying to contain myself. He’s busy eating me the fuck out. Making me go crazy with want and hunger.