Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“No,” she huffs, “I will not stop it. I’m finally with a guy I want to do all the things with.”
“All the things with?” I ask, repeating her words, still trying to process what she just said. Also still doing it miserably.
“Yes, all the things with,” she repeats in frustration. “I want to get naked with him. I want him to finger fuck me. I want to suck his cock, and then I want him to actually fuck me.” Her eyes stare into mine. “I want to do all those things.” She raises her hand to my face. “And I want to do them with you.” Her voice goes soft. “I want someone other than me to make me come.”
“Stop talking,” I urge, biting down on my teeth, the images of me doing all those things with her fill my head like a porn movie.
“No.” She shakes her head. “I want you to hear me. I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life before. Not like this.” She moves the leg dangling between my legs and puts it over my other one, pushing me back onto the couch as she moves her hands to her skirt. “Never like this.” She grabs the silky skirt, moving her fingers and the dress moves up with her fingers. “I want you to touch me everywhere.” Her skirt moves over her knees, showing me the milky white of her upper thighs. “Your touches make my skin burn.” Her skirt gets even higher, swishing right and left as she lifts it to the edge of where her panties are. “You make me tingle in places.” She moves the dress up, showing me the matching white lace panties. “Places where I need you to touch.” The dress is finally on top of her stomach. “Places I’ve touched thinking of you.” She moves her hands up her stomach to her breasts, running her nails over her pebbled tips, arching her back when she does it. “Places I want you to touch now.” She pulls the bra down, her tits nude. “Will you do that for me?” she whispers. “Will you touch me?”
“Fuck,” I swear, trying to do the right thing and not go apeshit and lock her in my house, making her my sex slave. “Grace, are you sure about this?” I ask again, waiting to see if she will answer me. Holding my breath, she nods. Then her mouth meets mine, her tongue going into my mouth, my arm wrapping around her waist, moving up, and cupping her tits, rolling her nipples. She lets go of my mouth to moan. “Put your feet on the couch and open your legs for me.” She follows my directions. “Do you know what I do every night and every morning?” I ask, seeing her chest rise and fall in short pants. “Every night in the shower I make myself come, thinking of you.” I move her up to suck her nipple into my mouth, then bite down on it. “And every morning after my workout, I do the same thing.”
“Yes.” She lifts her hips, making my hand move to rub her covered pussy, the heat coming out of the lace, the wetness on my fingers. “I dream about making you come,” she says and stops when I rub her again, stopping at her clit and moving right to left. She looks at me, the lust in her eyes. “With my mouth.”
I devour her mouth. Her tongue fights with mine as my fingers move her panties to the side, and then my fingers trace the side of her lips as they slowly move to her slit. I slide my two fingers down her slit. There is no mistaking she’s wet. “Caine,” she pants out my name when I rub a circle around her clit. “I—”
“Shh.” I hush her before I suck her nipple back into my mouth. “I know what you need.” I slide my index finger down and slide it into her. Both of us moan; her wetness sucks it in. “So wet for me,” I note as I slide my finger out to the tip and back in again, her pussy convulsing around the digit. “Milk my finger.” I suck her nipple again as I fuck her. “Think you can take another one?” I ask, and she lifts her hips, trying to get it deeper into her. “My girl wants another.”
“Yes.” Her eyes are glazed over, her breathing is now in pants. “I want more.”
“What does a good girl say?” I ask, pulling out of her pussy and sliding up to her clit. “A good girl says please.”
“Please, Caine,” she begs, “please finger fuck me with two fingers.” She licks her lips. “Make me come. Please.” The last word is a plea, and even if I wanted to stop right now, there is no way I would be able to.