Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
"What should we really be doing?" I asked, smirking slightly as my finger pressed against her clit and her head tilted back slightly.
"I, ah," she started, shaking her head. "I don't remember."
"Well then, it can't be all that important, right?" I asked, my hand sliding up to undo her button and zip then shoving my hand down them and inside her panties, stroking up her already slick slit and finding the small, swollen bud of her clit and moving over it in circles.
"Right," she agreed, her hands going to my arms and digging in hard.
"And you wouldn't keep a man from a meal over some unimportant shit, would you?" I asked as my middle finger slid down her pussy and pressed inside as my thumb kept working her clit. Her entire body jolted and she let out a low whimper that I swear I felt in my cock.
She opened her mouth twice and closed it again before she finally got the words out. "No, I wouldn't do that."
"Didn't think so," I agreed, pulling my finger out of her then before she could even object, reached up and dragged the jeans and panties down her legs. Then, before she even pulled another breath in, my hands pressed into her shoulders and sent her flying backward onto the mattress, landing with a bounce as I grabbed her jeans and panties and ripped them free of her feet and lowered myself down by the edge of the bed.
My fingers slid up the soft skin of her calves, moved inward at her knees, and pressed her legs wide against the mattress, giving me a perfect view of her sweet, wet pussy.
I wasn't one of the guys who ate pussy because they wanted a girl to suck dick. It wasn't an obligation or a exchange. It wasn't a thing I did to get something else I wanted more.
No.
I was one of those guys who just genuinely liked eating pussy.
Especially when said pussy tasted sweeter than any fucking fruit I had ever had in my life. Mina, yeah, she tasted like a fucking treat. And I wanted to feast on her, to gorge myself and, in the process, feel her writhe beneath me, whimper, moan, and scream, have her fingers pull my hair or scratch bloody marks across my back.
So I kissed my way up her inner thigh and sucked her sweet little clit into my mouth, sucking it in pulses until her breathing went erratic, until her hips started rising and begging for fulfillment, until she couldn't hold back the sounds anymore and started moaning helplessly, knowing every drop of her pleasure was at my goddamn mercy.
If a man had his priorities straight, that was the only kind a power he needed to get drunk off of.
As such, when her thighs started shaking and her body went taut and her moans went silent because her air got caught in her throat, I licked her faster, with a little more pressure, until she cried out, her palm slamming down on my shoulder, her leg kicking out straight, a rush of her sweet wetness coating my tongue.
Then I licked her some more, just for good measure. Until her body was spent and her fingers started sifting gently through my hair. Then and only then did I lift up and look down at her.
I had to say, I really liked the look of her spread fucking eagle on my bed. I got a distinct, strong feeling that that was exactly where she belonged, whether she realized it yet or not.
She didn't move, but watched me for a long moment as I planted my knees at the edge of the bed. Then, her hands slowly raised, sliding up my thighs toward the fly of my pants.
"Nuh-uh," I said, shaking my head at her, not wanting her to think it was anything other than it was- me wanting to get her off.
But then she smiled- slow, a little wicked. "But I'm hungry too," she said and I swear to fuck I almost came right then and there.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" I asked as she pushed the button and moved the zip, her body slowly folding up toward me.
Her hands went inside and pulled my pants and boxer briefs down. Her head tilted up to look at me as her hand reached out and held my cock at the base. And eyes still on me, she moved her tongue out and traced it across the head, licking off the pre-cum and sending a bolt of desire through my system, making my cock harder, my balls painfully full.
Her free hand slid up my thigh and rested just under my hipbone as she ducked her head and let me slide in her velvety soft mouth. My hand landed on the crown of her head, slipping into her silky hair- just a pressure, not guiding her.