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)
the sound of it travelling up my throat and vibrating through his cock. Then, no warning at all, he stops and pulls his cock out of my mouth.
Without a word, he rolls to the side and lays his back on the mattress. “Let’s make this more interesting,” he says, that contagious grin of his
making my pulse quicken. He doesn’t even need to explain, I just know
what he wants me to do. Moving fast, I sit up and turn around, my ass to
him; I open my legs and move toward him, placing my knees on the side of
his head. I ease myself down, his mouth once more on my pussy as I lean
forward, grabbing his cock by the root. Pointing his shaft upward, I open
my mouth and let it roll over my lips.
My hips are being guided by unconscious desire, the strings of sinful
pleasure working me like a puppet. I rub my pussy against his mouth as I
suck on him, and we pleasure each other like that for God knows how long,
the notion of time just an abstract concept now. Seconds stretch into
minutes, and minutes seem like a whole eternity - all that matters right now
is the way he’s pushing his tongue past my folds, and the way his thickness
pulses against my tongue. I could say that there’s nothing better than having
in my mouth, but I just can’t ignore the fact that it feels much better when
it’s buried deep inside my pussy.
Riding his face, I only stop when my pussy starts to tighten up, waves
of pleasure crash against the edges of my mind and, before I know it, I’m
coming again. We haven’t even started fucking and I’m already coming for
the third time. If the Olympics of Sex were a thing, Arsen and I would be
gold medalists; I have no doubt about it.
I pull his cock out of my mouth, a deep moan bouncing off the walls the
moment his tip pops out. My eyes roll in their orbits, static electricity
running under my skin as every single muscle in my body twitches and
trembles.
Sighing deeply, I roll to the side, my arms sprawled as I lay on the
mattress by his side. I look at him, grinning, and press my mouth against
his; he pushes his tongue past my lips and I taste my pussy’s juices in him,
their flavor giving me renewed energy. I bite my lower lip and sit up on the
bed, once again climbing on top of him. Straddling him, I point his cock toward my pussy and ease myself down; but before I can guide his length
home, he grabs me by the waist, stopping me from doing it.
“No,” he says sternly, an expression of mischievousness on his face.
“You didn’t beg for it…” He teases me, holding me tightly. I try to fight
against his hold, but it’s useless. There’s no way I’m going to feel his cock
on me unless he hears me begging.
“Please, Arsen. Please,” I whisper, still trying to ease myself down on
him.
“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Ash. Try harder,” he says with a grin,
not letting go.
“Please, please. I need you to fuck me… I need to feel your cock inside
of me. I’ll do anything.” The words fall out from my lips easily, each one of
them brimming with true desperation.
“That’s more like it,” he smiles, taking his hands out of my waist. I go
down immediately, his cock burying itself in me to the hilt as a shrill
scream leaves my lips. Gosh, there’s truly no better thing in the world than
having a cock like Arsen’s straining against my inner walls, his veiny shaft
ramming me hard.
When all his cock is inside of me I start to sway my hips, rocking my
body back and forth as I lean forward and place my hands over his chest. I
curl my fingers, my fingernails digging into his chest, but he doesn't’ even
register it; he simply bucks his hips at me, forcing me to stop moving as his
thrusts grow harder and more violent. I just close my eyes and surrender to
him, letting him fuck me with the ferocity of a man that demands nothing
less than the whole world.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, his shaft burning its way through my pussy. Pleasure
stabs at my mind, poking holes in it as my hormones get thrown into
disarray. My pussy tightens around his cock like a murderous vice and I
claw at his chest, coming so hard I half-expect my heart to simply burst. I’m still trying to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still in me.
His eyes lock on mine, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear. “It’s time we get started.” His words make my heart feel tight inside my
chest, the anxiety of anticipation washing over me. Get started? What does
he mean by that? God, I’ve already came four times and only now is he
talking about getting started?
He cuts my line of questioning short, placing his hands on my ass and