Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I step out of my shorts, and she wraps her hand around my girth. My hips flex, and she wastes no time as she kisses the tip and then opens up, taking me into her hot mouth. My hand goes to her hair that is still twisted on the top of her head. I pull at the pins, letting her hair fall, and then wrap it around my hand. She moans, and I pump my hips.
Her hands are on my thighs, fingernails digging into my skin, and my body is taut. She’s bobbing her head, taking me deeper, and when my cock hits the back of her throat she moans, and I have to force my hips back. With a pop, her lips smack together, and she’s pouting as she looks up at me. “Why did you stop?”
I lift her up and palm her pussy through her panties. I press my finger to the dampness of her panties. “Because I want to come here.”
With one hand, I unlatch her bra, and it falls from her shoulders. I cup her breasts and then suckle each one. Her back is arched, pressing herself into me, and she moans as I suck harder.
She pleads with me, “Cruz, please…”
I slide my hand down the front of her panties and coat my finger with her arousal. She’s practically mewing as I stroke through her slick folds.
I pop off her breast, kissing up her neck, and whisper, “I need to taste you.”
She tenses. “You mean—?”
I lean away so I can see her face. “I want to eat your pussy, Tara.”
She takes a deep breath, but instead of letting it out, she holds it in, and I can see the hesitation on her face. She bites her swollen lip. “No one has ever… I mean… I don’t know.”
I circle my finger around her clit, petting her. “So I’ll be the first to have my mouth here.”
She nods and then shrugs. “But you don’t have to… I know some people don’t like it.”
That fuckin’ Grant. Is that what he told her? That men don’t like going down on a woman? What a fucking asshole.
“Honey, I’m pretty sure once I’ve tasted you, it’s going to be a new habit for me.”
I can see the questions in her eyes, but she doesn’t put voice to them. I help her to the bed. “Just lie back, I got you.”
She lies back on the bed, eyes wide. I pull her panties down and drop them over the side. Her thighs close, and I put a hand on each knee, pushing them back apart. She’s wet, pink, and swollen, and I’m practically salivating. I kiss her inner thigh, and she jerks at the contact.
I smile and try to reassure her. “Relax, baby. I got you.”
She takes a deep breath, and I move between her legs. She smells delicious, and I stroke my tongue through her swollen folds. Her fists grip the bedcovers as I taste her sweet, honeyed arousal. I pump a finger in and out of her while sucking her clit into my mouth. She mewls, moans, and groans as I lick, taste, and suckle her.
“Oh, oh, oh, don’t stop.”
I moan against her, and that is what takes her over the edge. Her climax pulls her body taut. Her legs clamp around me, and her body jerks uncontrollably. I continue kissing her as she starts to come down.
My cock is hard and angry, wanting a release.
I climb up Tara’s body, kissing and nipping along the way. I flip onto my back, taking me with her so she’s on top. Her legs are around my waist, and she’s straddling me. My cock is pressed against her ass, and I’m barely holding it together.
“Fuck, I need a condom. It’s in my wallet.”
She looks almost disappointed as I roll to the side and get the condom out of my pants pocket. When I hold the black wrapper between us, I feel the need to explain. “I haven’t done this… I mean, it’s been a while.”
She playfully slaps me on the chest. “Please, you’re Cruz Payne. You don’t have to explain to me.”
She pulls the condom from my hand and opens the wrapper, scooting back so my cock is in front of her. I want to explain to her that it’s been a long time and that I don’t even remember when the last time was, but then her hands are on me, and I lose all sense of reason.
She slides the condom down my length, and I grit my teeth. Maybe I should count backwards from a hundred or some shit because if this is how it feels with just her hands on me, I’ll never survive being balls deep inside her.
She leans forward, puts her hands on my chest, and lifts herself over me. My hands go to her hips, and she reaches between us to line herself up. I’m holding my breath, and she laughs softly. “Breathe, Cruz.”