Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He breathed in sharply, but still didn’t do much more than skim his beautiful lips over my collarbone.
“Bowe,” I whispered.
“What?” he asked between kisses.
“Fuck me.”
His hands tightened on my hips.
Impatiently, I disentangled myself from the swing, laughing at the look of pure disappointment that fell over Bowe’s face.
“Hold that thought,” I pointed at him.
He looked down at his cock, and I nearly snorted when I saw the way it was tenting the front of his shorts.
I knew I liked knit fabric for a freakin’ reason!
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes watching my every move.
I walked to the back door and opened it, leaving it all the way open so I could hear Elise if she woke—though she slept through the night now.
The next step was to start losing my clothes, starting first with my shirt, lifting it straight up and over my head.
Bowe inhaled, his eyes taking in my breasts in their full glory.
Embarrassment started to sink into me, but when Bowe’s head flew back and his hand went to his pants, I knew that he wasn’t affected with embarrassment like I was.
Especially not when he hastily hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, did a belly curl, and then shucked them at the same time as he stood.
My eyes automatically went to his cock, and I had a moment of silence.
One where I worshipped Erectus, the Greek penis God for bestowing Bowe with a cock that was fucking brilliant.
Long, hard and thick.
Veins ran along his length, pulsing with each beat of his heart.
The ruddy head of his cock was darker than the rest of him, but not enough that it looked anything but awesome.
In fact, there was nothing unattractive about anything on Bowe’s body, his cock included.
If I had to say anything about it, I’d say it was intimidating.
Italian Stallion.
“Did you just call me an Italian Stallion?” he asked, kicking the shorts over to where my shirt was resting on the wooden slats of the porch we were standing on.
I moved forward; my goal was wrapping my hand around his cock, but before I could get my hand around him completely, he pulled away and pushed me.
I fell into the swing with a hard thud, and was just rolling to get my legs underneath of me when he ripped my shorts off my body and tossed them behind him.
Completely surprised by that move, I wasn’t expecting him to do anything else, but he astonished me once again by pushing my legs up and hooking my feet around the leather straps that held the swing aloft.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks,” he murmured.
“What?” I asked, looking down my body at him.
“This.”
Then he put his mouth on my pussy and I lost my ability to form coherent sentences.
My hands went to Bowe’s hair, tangling my fingers through the strands as he diligently went to work on my pussy.
His mouth circled my clit, his lips skimming along without adding the tongue that I so desperately craved.
Then his finger joined in, first circling my entrance, dipping in only slightly before he pulled right back out. Coating my pussy lips with my wetness that I knew had to be leaking out of me.
I couldn’t help it, though.
The man had fucking superpowers or something.
He’d gone from timid rabbit to voracious bear in three seconds flat, and I couldn’t find one single complaint about it.
When his finger started to penetrate my entrance, I closed my eyes and squeezed my toes as he filled me.
The curl of his finger, combined with the way his mouth was working my clit, had me only seconds from exploding into his mouth.
“No,” I pushed his mouth away. “I want my first time climaxing with you inside me. Your cock in my pussy. Pounding into me with that huge cock of yours.”
His eyes caught mine, and held, as he froze between my legs.
His mouth was still fastened to my clit, but it was the way his hand had pulled out of my depths, then started to massage my clit that had me ready to come.
“No,” I pleaded with him. “I need your cock.”
His tongue extended so the only thing touching me was just the tip of his tongue, with one large palm on my thigh spreading me open.
If he’d have moved, even a little bit, I would’ve detonated.
He waited, his breathing coming just as fast as mine, and watched as I worked my way down off that huge cliff.
The moment he trusted me not to come, he removed his tongue.
Then took one last swipe to my clit, which caused my entire body to arch.
He used my own body against me, rolling me to the side, and causing the swing I was in to sway with the motion.
“Scoot up until you’re at the edge.” He pushed my ass.