Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Moving back to his tip, I prepare to take his length inside of me once again, but Liam places his hands on the top of my head and stops me before I go down.
“Your pussy. I want to see it,” he says, pushing me back. Smiling anxiously, I lay down on the mattress and prop myself up on my elbows, one hand sliding down my stomach to between my thighs. With a flick of my fingers I push my thong to the side, revealing my pussy lips to him. I feel his eyes devouring me; my insides ache for his cock, and the need to feel him in me is almost too overwhelming. Then, moving so fast all I see is a blur, he places one hand on my chest and pushes me down while he flattens the palm of his other hand against my pussy. A violent shiver goes through me and I open my mouth as a purr of pleasure turns into a throaty moan.
Not wasting any time, he turns his hand around and slides one finger inside of me, moving it in an upward curve. My body trembles as I feel him in me, my pussy lips around his long fingers.
Climbing on top of the bed, he starts to move his fingers back and forth, pressing his thumb against my clitoris and moving it in fast vicious circles. With his other hand, he squeezes my right breast, my flesh molding to his fingers as pleasure covers me like a blanket. He pinches my nipple then, caressing it between his thumb and index finger as he keeps ravaging my pussy.
It doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up. I grab at the sheets, bunching them up as I arch my back and surrender to his touch. With the perfect movements of a man sure of what he’s doing, he keeps going until there’s a storm brewing inside of me, the roar of distant thunder echoing inside my mind. He only eases up when I’m on the edge, sliding one more finger inside of me and rubbing it against my G-spot as he presses down on my clit.
I thrust my hips upward by instinct, an electric discharge hitting my nerves and making my muscles twitch in ecstasy. Breathing hard, I let pleasure blanket me, my mind completely blank as all thought gives way to delight.
As he starts to slide his fingers off me, I act by impulse and grab his wrist, trying to keep his hand on my pussy. He ignores me, pushing his hand back until my fingers peel off of his wrist. I lay there, panting, as Liam gets out of the bed and stands, looking down at my almost naked body.
“Your thong,” he says, my fingers immediately finding their way to my hips. Lifting my ass up, I slide my drenched thong down my legs and kick it off to the floor, my eyes never leaving Liam’s. “Good girl,” he praises me as he starts to unbutton his own shirt, the hard lines of his pectorals revealing themselves to me. I don’t even blink as he undresses, my mind burning as his chiseled abdominals come into sight. I’m biting down on my bottom lip, my trembling fingers reaching for his body; my fingertips against his skin, I trace the contour of his abs as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers, standing gloriously naked in front of me.
“I… need it,” I find myself saying, my fingers sliding down his abs and once again curling around his thick shaft.
“I know,” he replies, the Devil’s smile on his lips. Moving fast, he grabs both my hands and pins me down on the bed as he climbs on top of me. My whole body is drowning in anxiety, my pussy craving his cock as if it was the most important thing in the whole universe. And, to be honest, right now I really need it more than I need to breathe; at least that’s what my brain tells me.
Letting go of my left wrist, he grabs his cock with his hand, angling it so that his tip is pointing at my pussy lips. He moves carefully, pressing his glans against my pussy and kicking my anxiety into high gear; I thrust upward with my hips, trying to have him inside of me, but he lays one forearm across my waist and pins me down once more, freezing me up.
“You want it bad, don’t you?” he murmurs against my ear, rubbing his glans against my inner lips and torturing me with anticipation.
“Yes,” I manage to say, even though my throat is feeling tight. “Please,” I croak, my hands resting on his ass and urging him to thrust. My eyes are shut, but even though I can’t see him, I sense his grin; in a fraction of a second he thrusts, his cock pushing its way past my folds and straining against my inner walls.