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)
With a smirk, I place one hand on your chest and push you down; you lay on your back, propping your heels up on the edge of the desk as I grab your knees, making you open your legs wide. You throw your head back, your eyes closed as you wait and anticipate my next movement.
I move closer to you, my hands running up and down your side, lingering over your breasts and then exploring every single curve of your body. I lean in, my lips softly on your right knee; I go up, kissing your leg almost all the way to the waist before I take a shortcut towards your inner thigh. You gasp as my lips take a route that leads to your pussy, always avoiding to touch it entirely. Pressing with my thumb right above your clit, you just lose it - you thrust your hips up, trying to meet my mouth with your pussy, but I lay one forearm across your stomach and pin you down to the desk. You try to break my hold, but you’re no match for my strength.
I want to set the pace and and you have no choice but do whatever I want.
A quivering moan escapes your lips as the tip of my tongue laps at your pussy, gently running across your slit’s length. I do it painfully slow, taking my time as I scoop your juices - then, when you least expect it, I lean forward and place my open mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly. You lift your feet up, placing your legs over my shoulders as I ravage you with my mouth; I suck and lick furiously, each time my tongue hits your clit your body trembling as if a jolt of electricity is running up and down your spine.
Your fingers run through my combed hair, dishevelling it as you guide the motion of my mouth. When I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking on it, your fingers turn into claws as you push my head down. My tongue continues circling around in a perfect rhythm, lapping at that sweet spot in you as if you were the most perfect woman on Earth… And right now, you are. And you taste fucking delicious.
I take my forearm out of your stomach and, feeling your body free, you grit your teeth and start to thrust at me, rubbing your pussy harshly against my face. You move your hips from side to side, spreading your juices all over my face as you start breathing heavily.
You try to speak between shorts breaths, but it’s hard for you, I know it. You want to tell me not to stop, but there’s no need for it - I can read your thoughts on your body, and I won’t stop. Not because you’re asking me, but because I can’t.
My tongue lashes out at your clit with unrepentant fury and, as you lace your legs behind my neck, you explode in ecstasy. Your moans tell me that your soul is boiling, consciousness drifting away from you as pleasure demands to take every available space inside your mind.
You’re moaning hard and your body is shaking; even so, I don’t stop. Instead, I take one finger and press it right on top of your clit, my mouth focused on your labia. My tongue starts to jab at your insides with vicious strokes, matching the pace of my finger. You’re still at pleasure’s peak, but I’ll make that peak grow and grow. That’s how I go about it, baby - I’ll make you ride the crest of a wave that doesn’t stop reaching towards the heavens.
And then that waves crashes. And you scream... You scream very hard. Oh, I love to hear your voice like this, high and quivering as pleasure rages through you. It’s the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Thrusting your hips at me, you hold me in place with your hands on my hair and your legs tied around my neck. You come violently, my tongue still jabbing at you at a frenetic pace. You keep holding me tightly until your body stops shaking, and only then do you loosen your grip. Slowly, I pull back out, your hands falling to my sides as you try to catch my breath. I lean over you and, then, my lips are on yours, the scent of your own pussy inundating you… Doesn’t it feel good to taste your flavor on my lips? You’re delicious, and you ought to know it.
One look at you, and I just know you’re ready to go again.
You place your hands on my cheeks, pulling me into you as we kiss; you open your legs wider, lacing them on my lower back, and prop yourself back up on your elbows. One of your hands fall from my face and you slide it down my chest towards the hem of my suit pants; you unbutton them with just one hand, each flick of your fingers making my cock even harder.