Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
His fingers stroke up my thigh, and the air leaves my lungs. He's so close to where I need him to touch, but he's taking his time, tracing patterns over my skin. When his fingertips finally brush against the fabric of my panties, I moan loudly, and he silences me with his mouth, kissing me as his fingers dip under the cotton and find the wetness that's gathered there.
"Oh fuck," he groans, his lips leaving mine. "You're soaked, baby girl."
I nod, unable to speak.
"Is this all for me? Because of me?"
"Yes."
His fingers slide between my folds, and I nearly scream.
Nathan pulls his hand away from me, and while it makes me almost cry out at the loss of his touch, I patiently watch as he kneels on the floor instead. He's so huge that it's almost comical, but there's nothing funny about the way he grabs my hips and pivots me to face him fully, my legs spread on either side of him.
"I have to taste you, Noelle." His eyes are wild, and his voice is raw. "I can't wait. Is that okay?"
I can only nod because if I open my mouth, I'm afraid I'll start babbling.
Nathan's hands are rough and calloused, and when he pushes the thin cotton of my underwear aside and drags a finger through my wetness, my back arches off the bed.
"Fuck, baby. You're dripping." He sounds pleased, and I bite my lip as his thumb grazes my clit.
"Please," I whimper.
He doesn't ask what I'm begging for. Instead, he lowers his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
I can't stop myself from shaking.
"Look at me," Nathan's voice is a growl, and my eyes fly to his. "I want you to watch me while I make you come."
His mouth closes over my pussy, and the world dissolves.
Nathan licks a broad stripe up the center of me, his tongue circling my clit before dipping inside. My fingers thread into his dark hair, and he groans, sending vibrations through my core.
"So sweet," he mutters against me, and I moan. "So good, baby girl."
His lips close over my clit and suck, his tongue flicking over the bundle of nerves, and his finger pushes inside me. I'm so tight, and the feeling is new and strange, but I love it. Nathan's fingers meet a barrier, and before I can register what's happening, he's sucking my clit relentlessly while he scissors his fingers and breaks through the membrane. It hurts, but only for a single sharp second before the pain starts to fade, replaced by how intense the pleasure is. My hips buck, and he wraps his arm around my waist, pinning me to the bed and holding me down while his tongue drives me crazy.
"Oh, Nathan."
"That's it, baby girl. Tell me how much you like it." He pulls his mouth away from me for a brief moment before going back to what he was doing.
"It's so good," I moan, writhing beneath him. "Please, Nathan."
He pulls away again, but this time when I meet his eyes, there’s a dangerous edge in them. It makes my stomach and core clench hard. "‘Please Daddy’, Noelle. Say it."
Oh. Oh my God.
"Please, Daddy," I repeat, and a feral smile graces his handsome features.
"Good girl. Fuck, you're a good girl, aren't you? Such a sweet, innocent little thing, and here you are letting your teacher eat you out."
The dirty talk should have turned me off, should have made me feel shameful or embarrassed, but it has the opposite effect. I'm practically vibrating with lust.
"Tell me you want it," Nathan says, his finger teasing my opening, making me pant. "Say the words, Noelle."
"I want it," I whisper, my entire body trembling.
"You want what?"
"I want you, Nathan."
He shakes his head, and his voice drops even lower. "That's not what I want to hear."
I take a deep breath.
"I want you, Daddy."
He surges forward, his finger pumping inside me, his mouth closing over my clit once more. I cry out, my entire body tensing as he works me, and the pressure builds inside. Everything zeros in on each swipe of his tongue, and each thrust of his fingers inside of me. He crooks the two of them up, hitting a spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
"Nathan!" I moan, and he growls against me.
"Come on, baby girl. Come for Daddy."
And that's all it takes.
My hips buck wildly as the orgasm crashes over me, and Nathan's free hand pins me down while his fingers continue to work, drawing it out, making it last. I'm shaking, trembling, and it feels like hours before the pleasure fades.
Nathan withdraws his fingers from me, and the sight of him sucking them clean has a fresh rush of wetness leaking out of me.
"Did you like that?" he asks me, his voice hoarse, and all I can do is nod.