Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I look into his eyes. "If you don't make me come," I pant out as his hot tongue slides inside me. "I'm going to ride your face until you make me come."
He smirks at me and kisses the side of my leg next to his head. "I'll make you come," he assures me. "You just have to tell me how you want it." He licks me softly. "Do you want it soft?" His tongue goes around in a circle in what feels like an eternity. "Or do you want it hard?" He nips at my clit and sucks it into his mouth.
"Fuck me." My body shivers.
"That's after, baby," he says. "Right now, I just need to know how you want me to make you come."
I can't even think as I watch him lick me up and down, taking his time. "Hard." That’s the only word I get out before he groans and slides two fingers into me. His other hand holds my leg up so he can get in there better. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit while he finger-fucks me with two fingers. Slamming into me over and over again while biting my clit and then flicking it. Every two pumps, he bites and then flicks. "I'm almost there." I don't think he is even listening to me because his mouth is too busy pushing me to the edge of the cliff. I let go of the couch and roll my nipples between my fingers, feeling it in the center of my core. My legs move on their own as I try to open wider for him, and then my hips start to move. "Ace,” I pant out his name as one of my hands goes to the back of his head, and I pull his hair. "Right there," I say as his finger fucks me, rubbing over my G-spot over and over again.
"I can't get enough," he admits, sucking my clit into his mouth, and all I can do is close my eyes when I feel myself come over his fingers and his tongue. "That's it," he says, moving his fingers even faster as I ride out the orgasm. And just when I think that I'm at the end of it, he bites down on my clit and presses on my G-spot, making me come again. I pull his hair and push him into my pussy. "That's it," he says, licking me. "I think you have one more in you." I move my head from side to side in slow motion as I come down from what has to be the best orgasm of my life. "Yes, you do," he says to me. "I can feel it in you."
"No," I refute, my hand falling from his head, and he chuckles.
"Your mouth says no." He moves his fingers in and out of me, turning them. "But your pussy." He sucks my clit into his mouth. "Your pussy is begging me to let her come again."
"Ace," I warn, my stomach getting tighter as he talks dirty to me. "No," I say, but my legs open wider for him. "I can't."
"Yes, you can. I can feel your pussy getting tighter," he says. "Watch." My eyes go to the middle of my legs as I watch his fingers fuck me.
"I've never watched before," I say, my eyes never moving from his fingers.
"You like it, don't you?” I don't know if he's asking me or telling me. "Your pussy is getting even wetter since you started watching me." He brings his other hand up, licking his thumb and then rubbing my clit in circles. "After, you're going to watch my cock fuck you," he states. "Over and over again." My legs start to shake, and I can feel the build-up again.
"I don't believe this," I say right before I come on his fingers for the third time in a row. I try to close my legs to get him to stop moving, but he doesn't. He goes on until my body is limp like an overcooked noodle. He kisses my inner thigh. "Are you a sex god?" The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Like, did you take lessons and go to a special school?"
He moves over me now. "You make me lose my mind," he confesses, and I just roll my eyes. "Shelby." I look at him. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you." My hand comes out to touch his stomach as he bends and kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth as I taste myself on him. "Anyone."
I know that we will have to have a conversation later. I know that there are things we need to speak about. I know all this, but my body isn't listening to my head. "Why are you wearing so many clothes?" I ask him when I let go of his lips. My hand goes to the hem of his shirt. "We need to start taking off layers," I tell him. "So I can touch the places I've wanted to touch."