Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
She tastes like chocolate and honey with a hint of cinnamon, and I can't get enough.
"Say it."
She nods again. "Please, kiss me, Slate."
Her words are like fuel for the fire inside me. Hands on her hips, grinding against her, I run my tongue along her lips before diving in eagerly.
Our tongues dance and twirl together as I inhale deeply, taking in her scent of cinnamon and fire that drives me wild.
"You make me want to do things like protect you." I cup her ass cheeks in my palms and hit a new angle inside of her. "And say things like 'I do'."
I slide my hands up her smooth thighs, digging my fingers into her skin as I pull her closer to my face. "And spend my nights buried between these beautiful thighs. I love how responsive this sweet pussy is to my touch."
She moans and arches towards me, begging for more.
"We have an eager pussy here." I grin, sliding my nose along the damp fabric. "And it smells sweeter than a ripe peach."
My hands continue their journey up her creamy skin as I explore every inch of her soft body.
"Should I taste this juicy peach?"
She hums and arches her back, our fingers meeting at the center of her chest.
"Say it," I order.
"Please taste my pretty pussy. I'm so soaking wet and ready for you." I pull out of her body and bury my face between her thighs.
I growl against her cunt, pleased when she trembles and desire floods through her body. "You like that dirty talk, don't you, baby? Tell your big dick Daddy how much you love it."
She moans softly, grinding her hips against my face eagerly.
"Say it," I demand.
She huffs with irritation, squeezing my hand in silent begging.
"Say it." My cock is throbbing with anticipation, but my need for her to be fully content compels me to make sure she's comfortable with each step.
"I love when you talk dirty to my pussy, big dick Daddy," she whispers breathlessly.
"Good." I dip my nose into her dripping pussy, unable to resist teasing her and pulling more sweet cream from her cunt. She screams in pleasure. "Now say it loud enough for the neighbors to hear."
The sight of her glistening goodness makes me groan with hunger.
"That's what I like, baby." I grasp her thick thighs and pull them towards me. "Keep it nice and loud. It's hard to hear when your beautiful thighs are around my ears."
My tongue traces the seam of her lips and she trembles wildly. "Oh God…"
I grin, diving deeper and sucking on her pink engorged folds with intense passion.
Each of her moans sends a jolt straight to my core and my fat cock. But I continue exploring every inch of her hot cunt with my tongue.
As I play with her nipples and squeeze her tits, I think about how she had been teasing me all night with her deep cleavage, and how badly I want to cum all over her breasts.
With a shudder of pleasure, Emma's pussy tightens and she cries out in release. I eagerly suck up every drop of her juices.
My own release is fast approaching as well, my balls tightening as I grip my shaft and stroke in quick movements before hot jets of cum spill over her full, bouncing breasts.
"Now that I've tasted the best peach in the world..." I lick and suck on her nipples until they stand erect before moving down to her mouth and kissing her deeply. "My baby has the sweetest cream and juiciest peach," I whisper between kisses. "I may never leave."
Epilogue
Emma–two weeks later
The stream glistens under the late afternoon sun, turning the water into a shifting ribbon of gold and silver as it rushes over smooth stones. The air smells like pine and fresh snowmelt, crisp and clean, the kind of air that makes your lungs feel brand new with every breath. I wade in, my toes sinking into the cool silt, shivering as the water creeps up my legs. The cold bites at first, but there’s something invigorating about it—something that makes me feel alive, free.
Slate hangs back near the bank, arms crossed over his chest, that familiar smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He watches me, eyes dark and intense, like he’s drinking in the sight of me standing there, water lapping at my thighs. “You sure you can handle this, city girl?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s a challenge there too, the kind that always gets under my skin.
I shoot him a look, splashing water in his direction, laughing when he flinches, droplets sparkling in his hair like diamonds. “If you think a little cold water is going to scare me off, Slate Warner, you’ve got another thing coming.” My voice carries a bite, but the truth is, being here with him—just us and the stream and the wildness of this place—has my heart racing.