Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I turn her over and pin her down against the couch and strip off her jean shorts.
She wiggles her hips. As she does it, her breasts shake and her legs tremble. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, at least until her lips part and I pin her down with my weight, digging my hard cock between her legs. She feels my length through my pants, and she groans as she raises her hips and grinds her soaking wet spot down my length.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” I whisper in her ear as one hand moves down her beautiful flesh. This is wrong, a mistake. She’s twenty years younger than I am. And yet I can’t stop. “You’ve been dreaming about it since that day.”
“You have too. Don’t pretend.”
“I won’t pretend. Every second you’re around, I think about what I want to do to you, Jeanie.”
“Tell me.” Her stares into my eyes, and right then, right now, I’m smitten, I’m lost, and I’m not coming back.
I kiss down her neck. Down to her nipples, along her breasts, down her stomach. I peel off her panties, stripping her bare. Her gorgeous pussy is soaking wet and glistening as I slide my fingers down around it and kiss her inner thigh. I tease her, getting her hips moving, her breath coming in faster and faster.
“I want to bring you to the edge,” I say with a shiver of delight and sink my fingers inside. “I want to get you right to the point where you can’t think a coherent thought anymore. I want you so desperate for pleasure that you’ll do anything I ask—absolutely anything at all—and when you’re there, I want to drive you deeper. I want you on all fours, legs spread, touching yourself for me. I want my hand around your throat, dominating you as I sink my cock between your legs. No, Jeanie, don’t close your eyes—look at me.”
She moans as I curl my fingers inside of her, driving them in and out slowly. She meets my gaze and I can tell she’s dizzy with this lust rolling between us, just like I am. I hold her gaze, letting my words do the work.
“I want to make you take my cock deep into your throat,” I whisper as I drop down to lick her clit. I do it slow, so fucking slow, and keep teasing her with my fingers as I talk, alternating my words with licks and sucks on her delicious, supple slit. “I want to watch you gag, and suck fast, and moan as you do it. I want you begging for more cock. I want you tied down to the bed and fucked and used again and again. I want you dripping, spread wide and ruined, and still begging for more. I want you out of our mind.”
“Yes,” she moans and curses as I suck her and lick her faster. “Fuck, god, I want it, Gavino.” She rolls her hips, this beautiful, perfect girl. I don’t deserve her, and yet I want her so badly it kills me. She’s so fucking beautiful it drives me crazy. Her pussy is like heaven, and every lick, every suck makes my cock stiffen a little bit more. “You’ll ruin me. I know you’ll ruin me.”
“You’re damn right I will.” I slide my fingers inside and fuck her as I lick her clit fast now. “I’ll destroy you, Jeanie, and you’ll love it. I’ll make you come so hard you scream for me. I’ll leave you on my bed, naked, trembling, and waiting for me to come take you again and again. You’ll be mine, Jeanie, all fucking mine.”
Her back arches, and I can taste her come. She gasps, groaning low, fingers digging into my hair. I keep going, delighted and crazy with her, and drive her deeper into the orgasm until she finally falls back, gasping for breath, completely flushed red.
I lean back and lick my fingers clean—and admire her.
Long, lean legs. Full breasts. Oval belly button—an innie. Gorgeous hip bones. Ribs, collarbones, thighs, lips. The dimple on her left cheek. The stray flyaway hairs haloing her face. I’m hungry for every detail, every bit of skin, every blemish and imperfection.
I’ve never wanted a woman like this before.
“That was—” She starts and shakes her head. “That was unexpected.”
“Was it?” I kiss her, nuzzling against her neck. “I think you’re lying.”
She laughs lightly and shakes her head before she gets dressed. I watch every movement, enraptured. She’s like a painting I can’t get enough of. When she’s done, she walks over, drains her wine glass, and takes a deep breath like she’s working herself up to something. I can tell something’s on her mind, and my stomach twists, a bad feeling overcoming me suddenly. I’m afraid of what she’s about to say, and I wish she wouldn’t. I wish she’d let this moment be what it is.