Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
The mattress is thick, the sheets clean, and there are even cushions arranged on the bed. The blinds are mostly drawn, just slits to let in narrow shafts of sunlight, the pattern coming to rest on my woman as she turns to me.
Her lips are as red as her cheeks, passion spreading down her neck, over her cleavage.
“On the bed,” I tell her, moving forward. “I need your pussy.”
She backs up to the bed, but I’m moving quicker, fueled by the predator in me, the wild beast who can scent the tanginess of her warm soaked slit.
Touching her shoulders, I softly push her down.
She falls back, staring up at me.
“Lie down and open your perfect fucking legs,” I tell her.
I’ll die if I don’t taste her. That’s how it feels. My mouth is tingling and I’m salivating more than ever, even before the most anticipated meal.
She’s the most anticipated meal, my Lucy, as she does as she’s told.
Lying back, she spreads her legs. The fabric of her dress pulls between her knees, creating a protective curtain.
Kneeling, I reach forward and push her dress up toward her hips, revealing her thick creamy thighs and her sex.
Her panties are twisted to the side, showing me her fold and her already engorged clit.
I stare, captivated, at the glistening pinkness of her. Her clit is crying out for attention, her lips looking sore in their desire for more touching.
She’s soaked, her green panties showing wet spots, her sex itself winking at me.
“Fuck, Lucy.”
I groan, taking her panties and pulling them down her thighs. She moves her legs with me, then returns to position, propping them up and open, so her pussy is bared for me, just for me.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “I can smell you.”
“Is that…good?”
“Yes,” I say. “It is. It makes me crazy.”
Her whimpers and her moans get louder when I sink my hands greedily into her thighs, leaning over and bringing my face to her sex.
Her smell wraps around me, tempting, teasing as I open my mouth and bring it to her folds.
I stroke my tongue from one side to the other, then pause at her clit, listening to her panting and insistence. It’s like she wants to snap at me, to beg me, but her shyness holds her back.
Giving into my animal desire and her shy, horny moans, I start to lick her clit faster.
I mean to tease her a little, but then I can’t.
It’s how she moans, even though she’s surprised by their intensity.
It drives me to lick her faster, to consume her clit until I can feel her getting closer, closer….
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lucy
My body surges with new pleasure, the kind I’ve never felt before.
It’s nothing like when I touch myself, nothing like my fantasies.
Logan freaking Locke is licking my clit so fast I can’t feel any individual movement, just the blasting pressure of it like he’s turned his mouth into a blowtorch, and he’s setting me on fire.
But there’s no pain, just the sensation, the sound of him moaning through the licking motions, and his hands….
I can feel the urgency in his touch, the way he squeezes harder, holding on like he owns me.
As the pressure builds, my pussy tingling hotter and more explosively and nearer to the edge, something Logan said returns to me.
Nobody’s going to hear you.
I let my moans fly louder, unable to stop them even if I wanted to, the sound of his pleasure-seeking grunts mixing with the remembered words in my mind.
This is just for me.
He wants me all to himself, just me, only me, but what about….
With another animal noise of indulgence, Logan slips one hand between my ass and the bed, squeezing down on my cheek as he licks me somehow faster. He must’ve broken a world record, he’s licking me so fast.
The heat builds between my legs.
Looking down through eyes blurred with pleasure, I see his silver head, the shape of his muscular shoulders and his back, his entire being aimed toward me.
His hand looks huge on my thigh, powerful as he squeezes on.
“Yes, yes,” I cry out, or at least I try to.
I’m not sure I actually form any words. All I can do is give myself to it, his tongue against my clit, over and over until I can’t think about anything else.
Any doubts, concerns for the future, about how he feels in relation to me….
They all drift away as I focus on the feeling instead, the unstoppable ecstasy of it.
Then it all shatters.
I can’t scream or moan, just make breathy panting noises as he indulgently licks my clit with even more ferocity.
I close my legs, instinct driving me, not thinking if I’m being too forward or if he’ll think I’m lame. I trap his head in place, wanting him to be close, feeling his hair tickle at my thighs.
But mostly, all I can feel is the swelling in my sex, the way my core flutters, and my clit pulses under the complete attention of my man.