Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
As an answer, his head lowered, turning to the side, his lips landing on the sensitive skin of my neck, making my body buck slightly under his, my hand flying out to land on his arm. His tongue slipped out, sliding upward toward my ear, his mouth closing over the lobe and sucking on it. I felt a surge of desire, wetness dampening my panties, as his warm breath tickled across my ear.
His head shifted, his lips moving to my jaw and kissing downward slowly. My lips parted seconds before his found mine. There was none of the teasing sweetness at the contact. His lips were bruising into mine. Hungry. Urgent. My belly curled in on itself, my hand going to the back of his head, slipping into his hair and holding him to me as my lips responded, parting, letting him slip inside, his tongue desperately seeking mine. My back arched upward into his chest and his body shifted, coming fully over mine, his thighs pressing mine apart so he could settle there.
I moaned against his lips and his head lifted, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His mouth opened to say something, then thought better of it, and closed. He pushed himself backward, sitting back onto his ankles and my body felt it's absence like a physical pain.
His hands moved downward, grabbing my sides, and pulling me upward toward him. As soon as my eyes were level with his chest, his hands slipped to the hem of my tee, grabbing it, and quickly pulling it up and over my head.
His hands went to the skin of my back and I stiffened, feeling a surge of insecurity at the scars his hands were running over. But his fingers didn't hesitate. They ran over the marks gently, like he was trying to memorize them, before his hands settled up on my shoulders and pressed me back flat against the mattress.
His eyes stayed on my face for a long moment. My bare breasts ached, heavy, my nipples hardening in anticipation. His hands moved to my belly, stroking upward, teasing across the sensitive skin underneath my breasts.
“Perfect,” he said quietly, his hands moving upward and cupping my breasts, squeezing hard. I arched up into his touch, a groan escaping my lips. His hands left me, replaced with fingers, rolling and pinching the hardened points until I was writhing underneath him.
I expected him to bend forward, to take me in his mouth, for his tongue to continue the sweet torment his fingers started.
Instead, he moved backward, his hands slipping into the waistband of my pants and pulling them down. Pulling them off completely, discarded off the side of the bed.
He moved toward me again, his fingers stroking up my thighs, over my hips, up my belly. They ran over my breasts again, then disappeared.
Then he was down, stomach on the mattress, propped up on his forearms. His hands went to my thighs, pulling them open, pressing them down hard, making me immobile.
Then his mouth was on me.
I mean... on me.
His tongue stroked up my slick cleft slowly, making my breath catch in my chest. He moved upward, circling around my clit, but not touching it until I was writhing, my hands reaching down and slipping into his hair, until I was struggling for breath.
“Reign...”
His tongue pressed down hard on my clit and I was pretty sure I flew out of my body for a second before crashing back down into the sensation, my hips rising to meet him as he started working fast circles around the sensitive bud, his pace quick and unrelenting.
I felt the pressure building, a tight, coiled feeling deep inside, making me beyond need, beyond shame as I moaned loudly, my hands tugging hard at his soft hair.
“Reign... please...” I begged, my thighs starting to shake, my back arching off of the bed.
Then he finally put an end to the torment.
His tongue slipped away, his lips closing around my clit and sucking hard.
I crashed through my orgasm, my sex clenching almost painfully as he kept sucking, his tongue stroking out at the same time. My entire body did one hard shudder as his name moaned out of my lips.
I came down slowly, Reign's tongue lapping gently over my clit a few more times before he slowly pulled away, kissing up the center of my belly.
His lips found my neck for a second then his head lifted, looking down at me. “Sweet fucking pussy,” he said, and I felt a surprised, half horrified laugh escape my lips, my face blushing painfully. Because the men I had known, the few I had been intimate with, would never have said something like that. I wasn't sure I had ever heard a man I was with even say the word 'pussy' let alone tell me that mine was sweet.
“That's funny?” Reign asked, his lips quirked up at one side.
I put a hand over my mouth. “Unexpected,” I said through my fingers.
“Yeah?” he asked, looking like he was considering that. “Don't know why. Could eat that pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“Oh my god shut up,” I groaned, covering my face with both my hands, feeling at once embarrassed and so turned on it was painful. Because, well, Reign eating me out three times a day... yum.
Reign chuckled, the sound low and deep and so sexual that I felt a rush of heat between my thighs. I felt him move, the mattress shaking slightly, before his hands came down on top of mine, pulling them from my face.
“You're done being shy,” he said. Said. It wasn't a question. He let one of my hands go, and it fell down by my side. He pulled the other one forward and down. Down. Until I felt him curl it around his hard cock.
Alright.
It was official.
Reign was pure, magical, masculine physical perfection.
His hand squeezed mine and pushed it down the long path to the hilt. And I mean long. And thick, my fingers barely meeting around him. His hand slipped away and I felt mine stroking him, wanting to touch every inch of his hardness, my hand slipping up and my thumb stroking over the wet head.