Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“No. I mean, yes. God yes.” Her eyes almost roll back in her head just saying the words. “I want to please you first.”
“You always please me, babe.”
“I know.” She stands, walking me backward until the backs of my legs hit the chair. She lowers, undoing my pants and then dragging them down.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She gives a little shove to my chest, causing me to sit in the chair.
Lowering to her knees, she pulls the jeans from my body, then looks up at me. “I’m hungry.” Her hand rubs over my cock and goes higher to my waistband to start taking my boxer briefs off.
“Let’s get you fed then.” My dick springs free as the underwear is tugged down and discarded.
Sitting back on her heels in front of me, she strips her shirt away, then frees her tits from the lace wrapped around her. I reach forward, toying with her pink tips that are already hard for me.
She leans forward, dragging them along my legs as she slides into place. Her hand takes the base, and her mouth takes the end. Swirling her tongue around, I sink lower as the feeling overwhelms my other thoughts.
Her and me. That’s all that matters.
Sliding her mouth over my hard dick, the tip of her tongue teases under the ridge and then swipes over the top again. “You taste so good, like my favorite candy.”
“Fuck me, baby.” I dig my fingers into her hair and hold her close. When she takes me into her mouth again, I lean back and devour the view before my lids fall, and I give in to the feel, the pressure, the scrape of her teeth up my length, and the intensity of her tongue tracing the vein on her way down again.
I force my eyes open to see her suck me so hard that her cheeks hollow and her breath stalls in her chest. She comes up and gasps for air before the exquisite torture starts again. And again.
Her eyes are closed, but they open and fix on mine. I hold her head steady and start pumping into her mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You take what you need. You take everything, sweetheart.”
The pace quickens, her moans becoming louder as she takes every thrust and most of my dick down her throat. When one of her hands slips down between her legs, her eyes close as her breathing jags.
“Come back, pussycat.”
She looks up again, her eyes wild with desire. Her grip tightens around me, and she goes back down and up again, focused and determined. When she hums in pleasure, I lose it, fucking her mouth over and over until I’m drained of every drop.
Just when I stop, she lurches forward with her eyes closed, moaning in her own hedonism as she comes. “Ahh.” Her head falls forward, resting on my leg as her hand rushes and then stops.
Stroking her hair, I want to kiss her but don’t. I stay where I am while she lies on my lap, recuperating. We both need the time to catch our breath anyway.
When she angles up, setting her chin on my leg for a few seconds before sitting back, she then looks at me with a peaceful grin resting on her face. She’s not looking for approval, though she’d get five times over if I were asked. She’s just happy.
I fucking love it.
“What do we have to snack on?” she asks, that serene grin becoming a smirk.
While she soaks in a bubble bath with a glass of wine she didn’t get to enjoy earlier, I go outside to clean up the mess we left. I squat down to study the yearbook that fell open to a different page. I had so much fun in high school. Surfing, partying, playing with the band because it was so fucking fun to live life without a care in the world.
Some faces are familiar, and some aren’t, and then a photo in the bottom corner catches my eye. Catalina Farin. She hasn’t changed much. Neither has the asshole beside her. I chuckle, seeing a photo of us together back then. What are the chances?
I know she’ll get a kick out of seeing this, so I carry the yearbook into the bathroom. She says, “You were right. I’m never leaving this tub.” She takes a sip of wine, then sets the glass down. “It covers my entire body.”
“Sadly, that’s true.” Her laughter bubbles up, reaching her eyes. Beautiful. Still holding the book, I say, “Look what I found.”
Holding it out for her to see, her smile blooms right before my eyes. “I don’t remember that picture.”
“Neither do I, but I wasn’t one to flip through a yearbook back then.”
It’s instant—her smile dashed, her eyes staring, and her body pushing to get closer to the book. “That’s it, Shane.”