Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Oh Benedict,” I call out, feeling my body gaining speed, moving closer toward my orgasm. My body’s nearly lost control as he eats me out like a man starved. I keep grinding, my body writhing beneath him. “I’m so close,” I moan.
He lifts his head slightly, working his fingers through my slippery folds. “That’s it. Come for me like the little slut you are.”
I don’t know what it is about his dirty mouth, but I love it. I close my eyes once more, my body climbing, climbing…nearly there. “Oh,” I moan long and hard. “Please,” I beg.
“Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes snap open.
Our eyes connect, and I can feel something growing between us. Something monumental, and I know nothing will ever be the same between us ever again.
I don’t know what the future holds, and the thought almost terrifies me, but looking into Benedict’s eyes right now, a sense of calm washes over me.
He continues to work his fingers inside me, scissoring them until they have me bucking insanely. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers. “And you taste like mine.”
It’s the second time he’s said this, but I can’t put any real thought into what it means right now. Not when my body’s literally about to combust. He hooks his finger deep inside me, and leans back over to suck on my clit, and that’s all it takes to have me calling out his name in a fit of pure ecstasy.
I keep coming, my body unable to get it together. My nerve endings are buzzing with an electricity it’s never felt before.
As soon as my body’s calmed Benedict kneels between my legs, his eyes fixed on mine.
“I need to come, Eva,” he says, his voice strained and threadbare. He almost appears like he’s in great pain, and I sit up.
I want to kiss him again. “Do it,” I whisper.
He unzips his pants, pulling himself out, and I nearly have to do a double take at the size of him. That thing can’t be legal, can it?
“Lean back,” he says, stroking his massive dick with one hand. With his other he brings it to my pussy, sliding a finger back inside me. “I love the way your hot cunt grips my finger. So tight.”
I want to feel him inside me, but don’t know how to ask for it. Instead I keep moaning, unable to focus on anything but the sight of him jerking himself off.
He closes his eyes for a quick moment, savoring the feel of it all. “I want to bury my cock inside you, Eva. Do you want that?” His eyes bore into mine, like he’s pleading for it. Like he needs it more than the air he breathes.
“Do it,” I say again, giving him all the permissions he could ever need.
He shakes his head, moving over my body. “Take off the sweater. I’m going to come all over your tits.”
I immediately do as he asks, and lay back once the sweater has been thrown to the floor. I’ve got no bra on, and Benedict picks up speed as he stares at my breasts. He leans forward, still tugging at his cock as he opens his mouth over one of my breasts. His tongue traces around my nipple before he’s biting down on my skin.
“Ah,” I whisper. I grab onto his head, my fingers brushing through his dark strands. “Please fuck me,” I beg of him. “Please. I need you inside me.”
His hand keeps stroking his dick as he plays with my breasts, licking, nibbling, sucking on both of them, one at a time.
“I’d give anything to feel you inside me. I’d sell my soul for it,” I keep pleading. “Please, Benedict.”
He moves away from my breasts, his eyes locking with mine. “When I fuck you for the first time, I’m going to take my time with you. Cherish you. Devour you.”
“You already are,” I whine. “Please fuck me, Benedict.” I’m not sure why he won’t. I try to touch him, but he swats my hand away.
“Not tonight.”
“Why?” What reason could he possibly have for not fucking me? Does he regret this? Will he regret me more if we do have sex?
Without warning tears well in my eyes at his rejection.
He smooths his hand over my hair, my face, resting on the base of my throat. “I’m already so far gone, Eva. When I come inside you I know it’ll be the end of me.”
I don’t know what he means, and don’t question him because he starts jerking his dick harder as the spray of white cum covers my skin. He keeps tugging, the hot liquid landing on my chest.
His eyes watch with rapt fascination at the way he covers my breasts with his cum. He smears his hand through it, gathering the liquid on his two fingers. He brings his fingers to my lips, pushing against my mouth.