Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 90772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I feel her mouth move and the warm tip of her tongue is tracing my asshole. “Jeanette!” I shout, but she doesn’t stop. She loves pushing my boundaries, and allowing her to do that makes her feel like she has the control. I close my eyes tightly and give myself over to the sensations. They are so foreign because no one has ever done that to me, and it feels so good. She’s gives my ass tentative licks and I start to shake. Suddenly, she uses her fingers to pull on my cock piercing, and I can’t think.
“Mama. Oh God, Jeanette. I’m gonna…”
I’m unable to finish the sentence before cumming all over her hands. Big, thick, streams of cum coat her fingers and I hear her giggle of satisfaction at my undoing. She fucking loves to make me cum on myself.
I collapse in a heap on the bed and I feel her climb over my body. “Get it back up, Saint, my pussy needs some attention.”
I laugh and roll over on my back showing her my still-hard cock. “Please. Like this thing ever goes down when you’re near me. Plus, I haven't had you in months. I’m sure the thing will stay up all night for you.”
She gives me a sad smile, as if remembering that she’s been fighting me.
“True. I do love that magic stick of yours,” she says and winks lasciviously at me. She glances over at the nightstand and I know what she’s thinking. I clench my teeth to stop me from telling her “no” but she reaches over, opening the drawer and pulls out a box a condoms. How they got there I have no fucking idea, and I want to curse whoever put them there. I haven't fucked anyone since I laid eyes on Jeanette, and I sure as hell never fucked her with a condom. The only woman I’ve ever had bare is her—my woman. Not that I slept around a lot before I met her, but every now and then when I did hook up, it was quick and just for one night.
She grabs my cock, slips on the condom and hovers over it before plunging down on it in one swift motion. “Fuck, yeah, I love this big cock,” she moans and starts to ride me hard. I pull her body down to mine so I can suck her nipple rings. I know just how she likes it and I feel her honey coating my dick in satisfaction. I claim her mouth and grip her hips, helping her get what she wants.
Suddenly I can’t stand it anymore and I lift her up off my cock.
“Saint, what are you…”
I switch positions so she’s on the bottom and I’m on top, and I move down to her pussy. I have to taste her so I can have her smell on my face when I fuck her. It drives me wild.
Her pussy is swollen with need and I know she’s so close to cumming. “Just a taste, Mama, you know I’ve got to have you on my tongue when I’m fucking you.”
I dive into her pussy and get it all over my face. I lick and suck her fast because my cock is dying to get back inside her.
“Oh, fuck! Saint, get in me! Now!”
I pull back and sit up, rip off the condom, and then line my cock up at her entrance again. I send my dick home in one long thrust, and she shouts out my name. I fuck her hard because it’s exactly what she needs right now. She needs to feel the excitement and adrenaline. Jeanette wants a reminder that she’s alive and in control, and I’m all too willing to give it to her.
Her hands come up and grip my hair. She counters my thrusts with hers and we fuck like our lives depend on it. I lock eyes with her and she nods her head. She’s close, but doesn’t want to ask me for it. She just wants me to do it. And I will. If my Mama wants to cum, she gets to cum. I won’t tease her unless that’s what she wants. With me, she never has to ask.
I reach down and strum her clit with my thumb. It takes three strokes before I feel her orgasm start and her pussy begins to squeeze my cock. Her legs lock and she throws her head back, shouting her release. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than my girl getting off.
Her orgasm triggers my own and I spend inside of her. Jeanette’s hungry pussy sucks every drop out of me, and I can’t hold my weight off of her much longer. Once I come back to earth, I roll to my side and immediately pull her to me so that we face each other.
“Thank you,” she whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear. I play with her hair and pet her body as she drifts off to sleep in my arms.
JEANETTE
It’s been too long since I’ve woken up in Saint’s arms. That feeling of being utterly safe—I haven’t felt that since I lost my parents. I roll over to see his face. He looks like he’s been thoroughly fucked. I guess he has been. I can’t remember how many times we went at it through the night. I would attack him only to be woken up hours later with him pulling me back on top of him. One time I passed out on top of him with him still inside me, only to be woken when he started thrusting in and out again. I wanted to imprint him on me. I almost want it so I can’t run from him again.
My Saint. He was nothing like I was prepared for and everything I could have dreamed of. He would come into the library while I was working. He would just brood in the corner. I didn’t know why he came in all the time, and he seemed so out of place. He was dark, and held an edge to him. Every time I looked at him, my nipples hardened. That was all it took to get me going: one look.