Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“The answer is ... kinda,” she whispered.
“You’ve never had sex before, have you?” I muttered in awe. It was unbelievable that in this day and age, such a beauty would remain untouched for this long.
She shook her head slowly, ruefully. “But I’ve been horse riding all my life so I don’t think I’ll bleed and make a mess.”
My eyebrows rose with surprise. She was almost too good to be true.
“Is that a deal breaker for you?” she asked uncertainly.
I shook my head. “Nothing about you is a deal breaker, Montana.”
Holding her hand, I twirled her so I could view her ass. It looked wonderful in that tight dress. Round and full ... When she was facing me again, I grabbed her by the ass. My fingers sunk wonderfully into the pillowy softness.
“How much time do we have?" I demanded thickly.
“What do you mean?”
"I’m assuming your friends are waiting for you downstairs," I murmured.
She licked her lips. “Don’t worry about them. They’ll be fine.”
A gasp escaped her lips at the force with which I slammed her against my body and ground her against the hardness of my cock. I was harder than I could recall being. There was so much stress, urgency, and nervous energy that I had to get rid of. I wanted to fuck, ram mindlessly into her, and wear us both out, but that was clearly out of the question.
I slid my tongue into her mouth. The kiss was dirty, wet, and lush and all the while I maneuvered her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. I gave a slight push and she fell, her purse hitting the floor with a dull thud. She bounced onto the white bedding like a fucking dream.
She was so damn gorgeous it was hard to believe. I couldn’t stop staring at her as I unbuttoned my shirt and unbuckled my belt.
"Shy?" I teased, still astonished at what I had found for myself.
"Maybe," she replied and blushed.
Gazing into my eyes, she slightly parted her legs. It was a shy and timid movement, but it hit like the most erotic invitation I’d ever experienced. When my eyes returned to her, she had the most beautiful smile on her face.
I got onto my knees on the bed and catching her ankles, spread her legs wide open. Her freshly shaven sex, barely covered by a skimpy black lace thong was adorable. My mouth watered at the mere sight of it.
I needed to taste her. Needed her to be dripping her sweet nectar into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate for a moment further. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply at the scent of her arousal. Why, she smelled exactly as I’d imagined she would. A sun-ripened fruit. I buried myself in her honeyed scent, my tongue moving slowly between her glistening lips. Her taste was sweet and intoxicating.
She gazed at me with dazed eyes as my thumb found the swelling bud in her center. I rolled it and slowly massaged the soft wet flesh around it, and her eyes fluttered closed. Her head fell back against the bed. An incredible and bizarre thought occurred to me: I was never going to get enough of this beauty.
‘I could suck your wet pussy all night long,’ I whispered.
She gasped with a mixture of shock and excitement.
Through the lace, I covered her soft mound with my mouth and felt her hand claw into my hair. I stroked and teased her through the fabric until I could no longer contain my anticipation. Hooking my hands into the strings of the thong, I pulled the scrap of material down her silky legs. Then I wrapped my hand around her leg and draped it over my shoulder.
She was exposed before me, her wide-open sex was flushed, swollen, and dripping.
As I feasted hungrily on her pink sweetness, she grasped my head, pressed me closer still, and moaned restlessly underneath me. She wanted more.
Cupping her ass, I took the hood of her clit between my teeth, and bit down. She hissed and swore at me, but her body shuddered with intolerable pleasure.
How strange, but I felt it in my heart, her whimpers, her restlessness, her moans. I sucked on her clit till she was close to a climax. Her body was impossibly arched when I narrowed my tongue and began to repeatedly and violently spear it into her opening.
She screamed.
It was beautiful to watch how responsive she was to my touch. I realized it would be insanely easy to get obsessed with her. She was all woman in the sweetest, warmest, most sensual way possible. It even made me wonder if ‘tonight only’ could be enough. How effortlessly I could grow a compulsion to eat her out on a daily basis just so I could feel the desperation in her body and hear her cries when my tongue applied just the right amount of pressure on her sensitive spots.