Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
She’s so fucking good. So perfect.
Before I can dig in, though, she captures my face in her hands and guides my head back to look into my eyes. “Yes, you do,” she tells me, her thumbs running along my jaw. “This pussy is yours. Now, make me come, Coleson.”
Fuck, I’m surprised I don’t come right there. “Oh, I have every intention of doing just that.”
I bury my face in between her thighs, and when she tilts her hips, giving me more access, I groan against her sweet heat. I run my tongue along her entrance and then through her folds before I find that bud I love so much. I circle my tongue around her clit, over and over, as her nails dig into my scalp, and she starts to grind against my face. Her cries are loud, echoing through the bathroom, and I’m mad for her. I flick my tongue against her clit repeatedly until she comes with the kind of roar I want to hear when I die.
Her body seizes up, the backs of her knees catching the fabric of my shirt and pulling it from where I had it tucked into my pants. She screams my name, and I know her nails have left dents in my scalp. Not that I care one bit. I lap at her sweetness, wanting to drown myself in her arousal. Once I’ve licked her thoroughly, I kiss her thighs, her belly, then both her nipples before I lick my way up to her mouth.
She is waiting for me, meeting my lips with hers just as her fingers thread through my hair. She meets me stroke for stroke, our tongues dancing and trying to dominate the other. She pulls away first, panting as she wraps her legs around my middle, bringing me hard against her soft, wet center. She rubs against me, and I groan against her lips as I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Fucking hell, Wife, you’re driving me nuts.”
“Oh,” she murmurs against my lips. “I haven’t even gotten started.” I moan at that as she kisses down my jaw, undoing my belt. “Take your shirt off.”
I yank the shirt up and over my head, throwing it to the side as she pushes at my pants and the belt weighing them down, and they fall to my ankles. I step out of them as she nibbles along my shoulder, sucking and biting and ultimately driving me insane. To my surprise, she pushes me back and then stands to her feet in front of me. With her eyes on me, she pushes down her thong and then steps out of it before taking my hands in hers. She walks backward toward the shower, and I’m in awe of her. But I pause. “Let me grab a condom.”
She shakes her head as she gets on the shower bench on her knees. “You don’t need one.”
Before I can protest, she takes the base of my cock in her hand and then guides it into her mouth. Heat burns through me, gathering in my gut as I watch my cock disappear in her hot little mouth. She takes me deeper than I thought she could, and my balls ache to release. I gather her hair in one hand, holding it as she slides my cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and I swear, she is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
Unable to keep the words in my mouth, I bite out, “You’re fucking beautiful, Eliza.”
Her eyes darken, and she takes me to the back of her throat, gagging a bit but recovering as she moves up and down my cock faster. Her grip on the base is hard, as is her grip on my thigh where she holds herself up. She looks like a fucking wet dream, an image I’ll use anytime I’m away from her. Shit, I feel myself about to blow. As much as I want to explode in her pretty mouth, I want her coming on my cock more. I squeeze her hair in my hand. “I want to fuck your sweet pussy.”
She pauses, and then like the spicy little thing she is, she runs her tongue up the underside of my cock. A drop of precome escapes, and she grins before flicking her tongue to catch it. My heart is pounding so hard, I feel like it’s about to break through my ribs as I lick my lips. “I gotta get a condom.”
She leans back, opening her legs and showing me how wet she is. “You don’t need one,” she repeats. “I’m on birth control.”
I blink, my cock throbbing, more precome escaping. I squeeze my cock, stroking it as I take in her center and then meet her gaze. “Are you sure? I’m negative. I get—”