Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Quite the opposite actually.
“I love you,” she whispers a second before she seals her mouth over mine. “So fucking much, sometimes it hurts.”
She gropes my cock through my boxers before curling her fingers around my twitching shaft and jacking me off over the top of the silky material.
“Are we in the fifth fucking grade?” When Ana peers up at me with a sultry grin before shaking her head, I murmur, “Then why the fuck are you stroking me through my pants?”
Precum soaks into the satin material when she replies, “Because I’m taking a mental snapshot for my sketches.” She returns her eyes to mine. They’re glistening with lust. “I can’t look at your big fat cock and not want to play, so I need to take mental snapshots so I can place it into my sketch later.”
Her comment makes me hard as fuck, but I play it cool. “You’re sketching my dick?”
When my question comes out more dorky than suave, I tug her lip free from her menacing teeth before dragging my thumb over the grooves it made in the meaty skin.
No one is allowed to mark her except me.
After playfully nipping at my fingertips, she shakes her head. “Not exactly. I’m sketching you sleeping, but I want to get the details right, and it’s rare for you to wake up without a boner.”
“That’s because ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the time I’m thinking about your lips circling my cock.”
While moaning a husky purr that has me wanting to pretend I only need a handful of strokes to get off, Ana drags down my boxer shorts, freeing my dick from the material holding it hostage before she dumps them on the floor.
She doesn’t stroke, lick, or fuck me with her mouth or hand—she just stares, which only makes me harder.
“You just gonna look, or are you gonna suck my cock like the good girl you are?”
A glistening bead pools at the end when a defiant gleam flares through her eyes a second before she murmurs, “I might.” She licks her lips, highlighting just how plump they are before muttering, “Or you might have to make me.” A pulse zaps through my balls when she purrs, “Daddy.”
The hot breath she releases when my hand shoots up to her throat doubles the energy teeming between us. It is so fucking heated I could nudge the head of my cock between her lips now, and she wouldn’t display the slightest snip of disappointment. But when is it ever fun to take the fast route?
“You’re gonna be wishing you weren’t so defiant when you’re choking on my cock.” I wait for her lips to turn a fascinating shade of blue before loosening my grip. “But before then, get on your back and spread those fucking legs. Daddy is hungry.”
Her lips part to suck in a needy gasp before she flattens her back to the mattress then holds her thighs open wide. “Now watch me own this greedy pussy.”
I spread her wide with my fingers, then spear my tongue inside her before any of the smart-ass remarks in her eyes can be articulated. I can’t take my eyes off her as her back arches, and her long slender fingers grip the sheets.
She rears up when I circle my tongue around her clit, then hit it with back-to-back flicks, her body rocking while silently begging for more.
Silence won’t work.
We’re never silent.
“Give me what I fucking want.”
I tuck my hand under her thigh to tilt her hips upward before rolling the pad of my thumb over the sensitive bud. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when I toy with her clit until it is firm then I slowly circle my lips around it and draw it into my mouth.
She can’t hold back when I go slow.
“Fuck. Christ. Please.”
Ana lifts her hips, squashing her delicious pussy against my face, then rolls her hips, forcing the pace that will get her off. I don’t mind. She can ride my face until the sun disappears and rises again, and I’ll never stop her.
She tastes so fucking good. As sweet as candy but with a body hotter than sin.
Occupied with the need to have every drop of her sweetness coating my fingers, face, and cock drives me to give her the best damn orgasm of her life.
As I watch over the bouncing globes of flesh on her chest, I grip her thighs before rolling us over. A groan unlike any I’ve released before vibrates against her pussy lips when her drenched cunt lands heavily on my face.
Ana moans out a long breathy purr before attempting to stabilize her shaky thighs.
I won’t let her.
“Fuck no. Ride Daddy’s face. I want your juices over every fucking inch of me.”
I almost come on the spot when she sinks down low before rolling her hips forward. She tastes like heaven, but I’m fucking obsessed with her confidence. She is so comfortable in her own skin, I’m confident she’ll never believe another bitch’s lie again that she isn’t enough for me.