Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
His own hands moved down, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down until they pooled with his pants.
For the first time, he was the one naked with me fully clothed. Something about that sent a thrill through me.
But then, well, my gaze slid to his hard length, and all other thoughts flew out of my head.
I wasn’t even aware that the whimper I felt inside had escaped me until a low chuckle moved through Dav.
“Thinking about how I’m gonna feel buried inside your tight pussy?” he asked, making my sex flutter. “Been thinking of fucking nothing else for weeks,” he admitted.
My good hand lifted, wrapping around his cock, and sliding down his length to hold him at the base.
“Fuck,” Dav groaned, his cock twitching even as I leaned forward, teasing my tongue around his head, tasting his desire, and feeling his hand slam down on my shoulder, fingers digging in, as I continued to explore him.
I teased my tongue down the underside of his length, then replaced my tongue with my lips, sucking upward, then taking him in between my lips, working him until my hand was in my way.
“Fuck, baby,” Dav hissed. “You can take my cock so deep.”
I whimpered around him as my sex clenched hard, the pressure on my lower stomach becoming painful.
“Been thinking about having my cock in your mouth for years,” he admitted, his hand sliding to the back of my neck as I moved back up, then down. “None of those fantasies stacked up to how good you feel fucking me with your mouth,” he said as I worked him harder and faster. “As much as I want to come down your throat, though, baby,” he started, suddenly grabbing a handful of my hair, tugging until the pain spread across my scalp, forcing me to move up until his cock slid from between my lips with a pop. “I need to be inside of you more,” he finished, his thumb teasing across my swollen lower lip.
He moved forward a step, his leg wedging between mine. His hands went out, grabbing me around the hips, and pressing me further back.
He followed me up onto the mattress as I moved to lie flat, looking up at him, my belly going liquid at the molten desire in his eyes.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, his fingers teasing the sides of my knees, then up my thighs. “Love how you’re looking at me right now. The way you fucking tremble when I touch you,” he went on as his fingers whispered over the tops of my thighs, making a shiver rack my system. “How wet you already are for me,” he said as his fingers teased up my inner thighs to press into the material of my panties, finding me already drenched for him.
“Dav,” I whimpered, letting my thighs fall open for him, inviting more.
But his hand moved away, sliding across the waistband of my panties instead, over my hip, then back to the center and up.
His fingers snagged the pull of my zipper, moving it downward, then reaching to spread the material to the sides, exposing me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers teased down the center of my chest, over my belly, across my hips. Then back up, over my ribs, grazing the sides of my breasts, then finally moving to cover them with his hands, squeezing.
I arched up into the sensation as desire shot from his touch to between my thighs.
That rumble moved through him and he was suddenly moving down toward me, his face nestling between my breasts, his hair tickling over my heated skin before his hand moved away, and his lips replaced it, his tongue circling around my nipple until it was twisted into an aching point. Only then did he suck it into his mouth, making white-hot pleasure course through me, dragging out a ragged moan as my hips rose against him instinctively, writhing, trying to get relief from the need building between.
The sweet torment seemed to go on forever, his tongue, lips, and teeth making me squirm and whimper. Before, finally, he moved across my chest, starting the process all over again.
“Dav, please,” I moaned, fingers slipping into his hair, yanking.
“Please what?” he asked, resting his chin between my breasts, and looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, the ghost of a smirk toying with his lips. “Please slip off your panties, and bury my face between your thighs and taste you like I’ve been craving to do?”
“Yes.”
“Mmhmm,” he murmured against my skin as his lips pressed a kiss to the spot his chin had been resting a moment before.
But then he was moving a path upward instead of down, pressing kisses across my chest, tracing my collarbone with his tongue, the column of my neck.
My head tilted, inviting more even as my body screamed for relief from the clawing need in my core.