Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
She moans, taking both fingers in and sucking them clean before diving down and cleaning the head of my cock, not leaving behind a single smear, swallowing with a satisfied sigh.
Her chest heaves, her tits jutting up, ready to be let loose, to be played with.
Swallowing, I try to catch my breath. “On the bed. Legs open.”
She scrambles, climbs and scoots all the way back, where she lays herself flat, hand already clenching at the sheets as she rubs her thighs together, trying to find the friction she needs.
“I said, legs open.”
They drop wide in the next second, knees to fucking blanket, and the wet spot it reveals has me flying off the chair, swooping my pants off the floor and tossing them to the side, so I can crawl over to her.
Teeth bared, I scrape them along her thighs, kissing my way up her left arm until I’m right above her, hovering over her.
“Does my girl want to be fucked?” I ask, licking her lower lip before sitting up and pinning her down with my hips over hers.
I grip the strings on the front of her damn corset and dig into the pocket of my pants I set beside me, coming up with my switchblade.
Eyes on hers, I flip it open, swinging it in the air and bringing it down to the center of her tits in a single second. She gasps at the feel of the cold steel against her heated skin, but she doesn’t so much as stiffen. In fact, her tongue pokes out, licking along those luscious lips.
Slowly, I drag the blade down, and with each little popping sound the ties make as it cuts through, her breath quickens.
It falls open beside her, her tits bouncing free, and I swoop down, taking one pert pink nipple between my teeth. I tug and she moans, her hand twitching as if wanting to touch me, but she doesn’t. She waits for my permission and that makes my dick throb, the hairs on the back of my neck standing.
She doesn’t want any part of this halfway. She wants me to own her.
“Touch me,” I demand.
Her hands fly up so fast I grin against her skin, moving to the other nipple to tease the same, her soft fingers diving into my hair. The second she comes in contact with the dark strands, she sighs beneath me, and I reward her little tugs by sliding my hips back and grinding once, twice …
“You’re wet for me.” I slide my hands down until I’m slipping beneath her panties. “Soaked these things through.”
“Yes,” she pants.
I pull back quickly and she nearly pouts.
“Show me,” I tell her. “Show me how ready you are for me. Show me what a slut your pussy is for me.”
Her nostrils flare and she moans, her hand flying between her legs, desperate for the touch I’ve yet to give.
I thought she’d swipe her fingers through her folds, but no, she’s too good for that.
She does me one better, thrusting two fingers inside herself, her back bowing slightly as she sings into the air. She pumps once, the little cheat, and pulls back, bringing her fingers close for my approval.
I open my mouth and she feeds herself to me, limbs trembling at the sight. I slurp like a nasty motherfucker and then dive down, taking her lips as I push her panties to the side and I don’t delay.
Give no warning.
I fill her in one thrust.
We moan together on instinct, and I hold there, buried to the hilt, from base to fucking tip.
“So fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” I grind my pelvis against her clit, tugging on her hair enough to sting. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she wheezes. “God, this is so—”
“Good?”
“Fuck yes.” She squeezes me. “It’s warm and the stretch …”
Her body quakes, dying to move, but I don’t give her permission to.
I rock slow, deep, barely pulling out an inch and pushing back in, keeping her full of me. “I want this pussy to choke on me. I want her to spit on me, then I want to drown her.”
She nods.
“Grab me.” I bury my face in her neck, licking up the column of it. “I want to feel how greedy you are.”
She’s happy to give me what I want, her hands far from hesitant as she traces every groove of my skin, feeling across my scars and over my tattoos. She squeezes my biceps and grips my neck, testing her strength against it, and I clench the muscles there, pushing against her hold, encouraging her.
She squeezes harder, and when I slap her inner thigh, she lets out a little yelp, flinging her legs up and around. She locks them behind my back, so I tap her ass in thanks, her pussy squeezing in appreciation.
I sit back on my knees, and her long legs keep their hold as I grip her hips and incline them a bit, pushing back in.