Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
She pressed her knees together. I knew she wanted some relief. I reached out, pulling her legs apart.
“You come on my tongue, my fingers, or my cock. I own this pussy now,” I growled, and she groaned in frustration. I didn’t wait for her to say anything else before I dove face first into the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.
I attacked her cunt fast and furiously, knowing it wasn’t going to take long for her to come. I’d already warmed her up on the couch.
I licked her up once and bit her clit softly while finger-fucking her. I slid in easier, now that she was readied a little.
Her hands were pulling at my hair, pushing my face deeper into her pussy. I knew she was close, my finger being squeezed so tight I was having serious thoughts that my cock really wouldn’t fit in. But right before I knew she was going to come, I pushed another finger inside, rubbing her soft G-spot at just the right angle, and her ass shot off the bed as she came all over my face.
“That’s one,” I said, not going any gentler on her while she was coming. I put another finger in her. I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, the assault too much for her as her knees gave way, collapsing on each side of her.
“Roll those nipples, pinch them. It’ll make you feel good, baby.”
“I can’t go on. It’s too much!” She thrashed her head, and I knew she was coming again. This time, I didn’t go gentle. I rammed my fingers into her at a crazy speed, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.
When I knew she had ridden it out, she was like a limp noodle in the middle of the bed. I left her, going to my pants and taking out my condoms. Only three, since I didn’t know if I could make this last long.
The thought of being the only one inside her cunt made me want to shoot off like a twelve-year-old kid with a Victoria’s Secret catalog.
She finally opened her eyes in time to see me roll the condom on my cock. “Liam, I want you. Promise you won’t stop, no matter how much it hurts.”
“Nothing is going to tear me away from this pussy. Nothing.” I was on my knees in front of her, and I pushed hers back to make sure she opened wide for me. I ran my cock down her slit till it was coated with enough of her juices before pointing it at her entrance, pushing in a little. Fuck, she was tight.
Right before I can think of anything else, the car comes to a stop and I look up. Finally home.
Skylar looks over at me. “Perhaps you should take a minute to clear your thoughts? I don’t think the first time you meet her father you should do it with a hard-on. I mean, I’m not an expert, but I don’t figure that will go well.” She points to my cock that is straining to get out.
Fuck, this isn’t good. “Get out of the car, Skylar, and stall them for a minute.”
“Oh, good, you’re a minute man. I guess the press was right about one thing?”
“Now!” I bark.
She gets out of the car without saying anything else. I rub my hands over my face and think about the woman inside waiting for me, think about those pictures going around of her naked, and knowing she must be scared as shit.
When I make my way out of the limo, I scan to make sure the paparazzi aren’t heading into the house right behind Skylar, and I wonder what to do. I have no idea how to really handle this situation.
I don’t have long to think about it, because the minute I step foot in my living room, I run into Emma and my arms wrap around her.
“Baby, are you okay?” That is all I get out before she sobs against my chest.
My vision goes red, and my only thought is about protecting her.
I break down and bury my face against his chest, clinging to him. I don’t know if it’s stress or the fact I’m mentally and physically exhausted, but all I want to do is crawl inside of him and let him take care of me.
“Baby, take a breath for me and calm down,” he says quietly, and I try, really try, to do just that, but another sob climbs up my throat. Then he’s lifting me up into his strong arms and walking with me tucked against him. I hear my dad behind us ask where we are going, and then he growls something at someone about letting him by. I should stop acting like an idiot and tell my dad I’m okay, but the stupid tears just won’t stop long enough for me to even take a breath.