Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Bending down, he wrapped his arms around her ass, locking his wrists, and swooped her up from the floor. She enveloped him with her legs, holding on tight as he deposited her into warm, bubbling water. He gently submerged her in the water, positioning her on a step just beneath the surface, then disappeared from her line of vision. Tweet’s ‘Beautiful’ serenading them as suds surrounded her form.
Her breath hitched when big, wet hands pried her thighs apart. Holding onto her knees, she groaned and rocked at the flick of a tongue against her sex.
Dipping her fingers in the water, she ran them along the top of his head as he licked and sucked her beneath the watery lair. After a while, he came up for air, water dripping from his long lashes, the tip of his nose, and his full, soft lips.
Crashing back down beneath the water, he held her tight by the waist. She shuddered when he slipped two fingers inside her, thrusting them deep and slow as he sucked on her clit. One of the jets was right behind her, sending a gentle, tingling stream of water against her flesh. She was on fire for him as he tore her to pieces, his lips and tongue dancing along her pussy, his fingers driving in and out of her orchard.
He emerged from the water once again, repositioning her. Holding on to her legs, he lifted her with ease until a jet was directly beneath her, spitting right between her pussy lips. The warm swell of water almost sent her over the edge.
“Such good, sweet pussy, baby…” he murmured before diving once again beneath the current.
He forced her legs open so wide, she could feel the strain of her inner thigh muscles. Strong, tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes and nose now above water as she sat there. Watching. Feeling the feathery tip of his tongue dance along her slit.
His eating was loud and raucous. Animalistic. Feverish and nasty. Delightfully focused. She white-knuckled the edge of the tub when she felt a sudden poke inside her ass. With the tip of his finger, he probed her behind while devouring her, sucking, kissing and licking her clit… while the jets hit her pussy at just the right spot.
She held on for dear life, screaming his name, cursing him out as her orgasm shattered her resolve. Slipping his finger from her, he held her close and passionately kissed her pussy as if it were a long-lost lover. She slumped over, eyes closed. Shivering. She could hear the sloshing of the water as he excused himself. Her lids fluttered, and she could see the shape of him disappearing into the restroom.
She smiled, completely spent. Never had she cum that fast from oral sex. Caspian undeniably knew his way around some pussy… The memory of his touch had her pulse quicken. He came back as the instrumental version of Outkast’s ‘Elevators’ started to play.
“You miss me?” he asked with a devilish smile.
A flash of silver gleamed in his left hand. When she realized what it was, it was too damn late… He was in the water, wrapped around her, slipping a piece of ice from a metal bowl into her mouth with the tip of his tongue. He picked her up then, carrying her out of the water with one arm, his tongue dancing in her mouth like a flame flickering on a windy night. He placed the bowl of chipped ice onto a nearby chair.
“SHIT!”
Her back slammed against the wall, close to the television. He stretched her out along it, his balance and focus impressive. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he gave it a little squeeze… She reached for him, doing the same, and as they gently choked one another, they kissed… longing for each other. Belonging. Becoming.
He paused… close to her… a human blur of blues, creams, and blacks…
“I like the fuck outta you…”
“I like you, too.” She smiled at him before they began clawing at one another. He reached for the chair and lifted the metal bowl to reveal a condom beneath it. She twirled one of her dripping wet locs around her finger as he sheathed his veiny, gorgeous dick.
“I wanna feel this shit.” She hissed, horny and needing him so.
“Oh, baby… with the way I fuck, you’ll be feelin’ it days after…”
He picked her back up, hoisting her up the wall. Eyes closed, their tongues danced with each other. Her flavor was on his palette, and she wanted more. Fingers sliding along his strong, muscled back, she held on tight. The slick warmth of his body blended with his alluring, masculine scent. His beard brushed against her face and she moaned when he pinched her nipples. Bending his head, he drew one into his mouth and sucked it passionately. He squeezed the other and her pussy poured as he jostled her body. There was no tenderness—only carnal need. A ravishing in the most loving way…