Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Cotton panties. No lace, no silk. And still the hottest thing ever. I suppress every urge I have to rip the rest of her clothes off and plunge inside her.
But I want to make this last.
She and I both deserve some slow lovemaking after the days we’ve both had.
“White cotton panties tonight,” I say. “You really weren’t expecting me.”
“Only hoping,” she says again.
“You make white cotton panties look like the laciest lingerie.” I peel them from her hips, bringing them slowly over her legs.
I smell her already without even inhaling.
She’s wet for me. Wet and sweet and pungent.
I could spread her legs right now. Free my cock and be inside her in a matter of seconds.
And though my entire body is telling me to do just that, I hold the desires at bay.
She’s not wearing a bra. Already I can tell. Her hard nipples are protruding through the black stretchy tank. One pokes out through the a of Dragonlock, the other through the second o.
I can’t help myself. I flick my fingers over both.
She gasps.
“Feel good, sweetheart?”
“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” she says.
“I think I might have some idea.”
“Then get inside me, damn it. Fill me. I need you.”
“Damn, baby.” An animalistic growl emanates from my chest. “I want to go slow with you.”
“Fuck slow,” she says.
That’s all I need to hear.
Within another minute, my cock is free and I’m inside her, pumping.
Every ridge, all so familiar.
The perfect cast for my cock.
My God, has anything ever felt so good?
All the other women I’ve been with—and there are a lot of them—have disappeared.
I’m a virgin again. Every time with Rory is like the first time.
Her period’s due in a day or two, and we already know she’s not pregnant. I should be wearing a condom, but chances of pregnancy at this time in her cycle are low.
And I don’t even care.
Maybe she will get pregnant.
Maybe—
“Oh my God!”
I release into her. I release into her with such force, it’s like I’m dumping my entire soul into her body.
For a brief time, I’m actually soulless, letting her house the most intimate part of me.
All that I am is inside Rory Pike.
And I don’t want it back.
I want to be with her. Always.
I lose myself in this woman. But it’s not a bad thing. I’m still me—I’m just a better me with her.
I still have the ring my mother gave me, but I didn’t bring it with me.
If I had?
I’d be down to my knees right now asking Rory to be my wife.
The pulsing of my dick finally slows, but I don’t want to leave the beauty of being inside her.
But she deserves more than this. More than a quickie from her horny boyfriend.
I had such good intentions…
I pull out, and then I slowly remove her tank top, letting her gorgeous breasts fall free.
Her nipples are hard, and they beckon. I take one between my lips, the other between my fingers, and I begin my feast.
She sighs against me. “Feels so good…”
“Tastes good, sweetheart,” I say against her flesh. “Your nipples taste like cherries.”
I’m not even lying. There’s a sweetness about Rory’s flesh that’s indescribable. Everything about her is perfect, delicious, formed by the angels in heaven.
“God, I love you,” I say between sucking her nipples.
“I love you too, Brock.”
Her hands go into my hair, and she pulls on it, driving me crazy.
I could suck her nipples all night, but I haven’t taken care of her. She needs her orgasm. So I drop her nipple and flip her onto her stomach.
“Get on your knees,” I command.
She obeys me quickly, which turns me on even more.
Her gorgeous ass is a feast before me. I slide my tongue between her cheeks, and she shudders.
“Every part of you is beautiful,” I say. “From the top of your head, your gorgeous hair, your beautiful brown eyes, your full red lips. Your luscious breasts, your flat tummy, your beautiful pussy, and your long shapely legs. Your red toenails on your beautiful feet. And this ass… This ass, Rory Pike. You have no idea what I want to do with it.”
“I have some idea,” she says, her voice shaking a bit.
She’s not ready. It’s okay. I know this. I didn’t come prepared anyway. I don’t have any lube with me.
But I can give her the rimming of a lifetime.
I flatten my tongue, massage it against her asshole.
She trembles beneath me.
I won’t be able to get her to come this way, but—
I plunge two fingers into her wet pussy.
I find the spongy G-spot, scissor my fingers over it.
A total recipe for orgasm.
Then, with my other hand, I find her clit, slide my fingers over it as I lick her sweet ass.
Her ass tastes as sweet as the rest of her, like cherry pie a la mode. Is it all in my mind? Who the hell cares? It is what it is, and I could lick her forever.