Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said, moving from one to the other. “I love the way they overflow out of my palms. So perfectly full and—fuck me—they taste like heaven.” He lifted, giving me a smirk that shot right to my core. “But I bet you have something that tastes even better.”
He worked his way down my abdomen, tugging my dress up my thighs to reach my panties. He gripped each side, sliding the material down my thighs. Each inch the lacy material scraped past had my need rising. They cleared my feet, and I rested my heels on the bed, my thighs pressed together. Daniel’s palms rested on my knees but didn’t push them apart.
“Hanna,” he said, brushing his thumbs against my skin.
I took a deep breath, pinched my eyes closed, and blurted the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve never done this before, and I’m worried I taste weird or bad or something.”
He didn’t laugh, and when I inched my eyes open, I only found a small smile, like he thought my fears were cute.
“Hanna, I love pussy. All of it, and I have no doubt yours will be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had against my tongue.”
“Oh,” I breathed, relaxing my thighs.
He slowly slid his rough palms down my sensitive skin until I laid spread before him. He didn’t take his eyes off mine when he scooted back and bent over, dragging his tongue down my inner thigh. He kissed up the other, killing me with each pass until I damn near begged him just to do it.
Finally, he hovered over my opening, his breath tickling my wet heat. “Since it’s your first time, I better make it memorable.”
“No problem the—” The first sweep of his tongue had my eyes rolling toward the back of my head. “Holy shit.”
Those were the last intelligible words to leave my mouth as Daniel did as he promised. He licked every single inch of me, inside and out. He sucked on my folds and played with my clit. He pushed me wide and fucked me, his thumb making tortuous circles around my bundle of nerves. I could feel the wetness tricking down, and I didn’t care.
My entire focus centered on Daniel’s tongue and the need to come. There was no room for anything else.
“Play with your tits, baby.”
Without hesitation, I did as told. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. I should’ve been ashamed of how much I liked the rough pinches and hard tugs, but nothing mattered right then. Daniel pushed his fingers into me and latched on to my clit, sucking hard, and that was it. Pleasure crashed over me, flinging me off a cliff, sending me into a free-fall I never wanted to come back from. I wanted to live in this feeling, this pleasure, this oblivion.
Instead of crashing back into my body, soft licks and strokes cradled me back to earth.
“Beautiful.”
His praise wrapped me in the comfort I’d come to associate just with him.
He sat back and wiped at the moisture coating his mouth and chin. I should’ve been ashamed, but my body still vibrated with aftershocks, distracting me too much to feel any embarrassment.
His cock tented his pants, and when he moved, he winced. I wasn’t ready for this experience to be over. Sitting up, I reached for him.
“Can I…?”
He held my hand before I could reach him, and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle, and groaned, “You’re killing me. The thought of those lips around me is enough to make a man insane. But tonight is about you.”
“Will you at least…get off again?”
He huffed a laugh. “I guess if I have to,” he said, making me laugh with him. “Lay back for me, baby.”
He swallowed and unfastened his pants. I liked the idea of him watching me to get off. I left my breasts out, and my thighs spread. I’d never felt sexier than I did in that moment with Daniel kneeling between my legs, gripping his hard length, and watching me to get off.
He dragged his palm across my wet pussy, making me jerk when he grazed my sensitive clit. Then, using my cum, he jerked himself off, barely taking his eyes from mine. His jaw clenched tight, and his arm moved faster.
Tension stretched between us, and without touching, the moment felt more intimate than if he were inside me.
He didn’t touch me at all, and I stood on the edge of the cliff again, ready to fall. Too soon, his eyes slid shut, and he cupped his free hand over his shaft and groaned. When he finished, I was squirming on the bed, desperate to fall.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said. Without any hesitation, he fell between my thighs again and ate me like his last meal. There was no teasing or taking his time. He sucked my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and shoving me until I fell all over again.