Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“It’s my turn to fuck you,” I said, and I rode him, grinding my hips forward and backward.
“Shit, Frankie. This really is a goddamn dream.” He cupped my waist as I kept riding him, locking eyes with me. “It feels good, right? You like having my dick inside you?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Yeah,” I panted.
“So come on it.” He spanked my ass and I moaned even louder. “Show me it’s yours.”
His deep voice was orgasmic. I breathed raggedly, circling my hips. He was so hard and so deep inside me, hitting every spot that pushed me to the edge.
“Oh, Frank. Look at you.” He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, tilting his hips up so I could feel him even more. “Your pussy is so wet.”
“I’m gonna come,” I breathed. “Oh, Clay. I’m gonna come.”
Clay sat up and I don’t know how he managed to stand with my pussy still wrapped around him, but he did. He cupped my ass and bounced me up and down the length of him and I was done for.
No, seriously, it was game over—for both of us, really. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and as I cried out his name, he moaned mine. We came in unison, and Clay stumbled forward, placing my back on the couch again while still inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, twitching. “You feel so good. Fuck, Frankie. I’ve always wanted this.” His dick throbbed inside me, and I clenched around him, which made him groan and shudder.
It took a moment for us to catch our breath. When we did, Clay pulled out of me, his sated dick glistening with a mixture of both of our releases. He kneeled between my knees, his hands out at his sides as he looked down at my naked body. Then he gazed into my eyes and shook his head.
“We just did that,” he murmured.
“We did.” I twisted my lips, unsure what else to say.
Clay leaned down so that his elbows were outside my head on the sofa. His tongue parted my lips and he let me taste him. I let him taste me too, then sunk my teeth into his bottom lip. And when he said, “I need more of you,” I wanted to squeal because frankly, I needed more of him too.
eight
I don’t know how we made it upstairs, but Clay picked me up and carried me to my childhood bedroom. When my back met the cool comforter, he sank between my legs and pulled me down until my hips were at the edge of the bed.
I was still completely naked and wanted to pinch myself several times just to make sure this was real. Because I’d had dreams of moments like this with Clay—moments where he’d confess how he really felt and give himself to me in every way. That was what he was doing tonight. He spread my legs apart, staring at my pussy with a carnal groan.
“Need to taste you,” he murmured. “Can I do that?”
“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my head to look down at him.
His eyes locked on mine as my thighs rested on his shoulders. I tried breathing evenly as he moved in closer, but I swear I was about to lose it. Clay ran his tongue over his lips, and I could feel his breath running through the lips of my pussy. Then he pushed forward, parting me, and plunged his tongue into my pussy. A sharp gasp burst out of me as his hot mouth slid up to my clit and I accidentally tightened my legs around his head. This was too good—beyond good. So good my body didn’t even know how to react.
“Oh God,” I breathed.
“Open back up,” he rasped.
Another pent up breath escaped me.“Okay,”
“I told you I want you, baby,” he said. “Let me have it.” He laid a kiss on my inner thigh then went back in for seconds, only this time, he focused solely on my clit.
“Oh my God, Clay,” I breathed.
“You taste so good,” he said between hungry sucks and licks. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” He sucked my clit into his mouth just before grazing it lightly with his teeth. His palms came up to the backs of my thighs and he leaned up, folding me in half so he could have full access.
I cried out and clutched a handful of his hair as he groaned and circled his tongue around my clit in a torturous, slow motion. Two fingers slid into my pussy as he worked his tongue, and I arched my back and moaned. I bucked my hips forward and backward as he circled his tongue around my clit and finger-fucked my pussy, and just before I could come, he pulled away.
“Nuh-uh,” he mumbled, placing his knees on the bed. “You come around my dick.” He gripped the base of his hard dick, hauled my hips upward, and sank into me. He held his dick there, staring down at me with heated green eyes, and I came. A noise I never knew I could make escaped me because that was all it took. One stroke of him and I’d shattered to pieces.