Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She moans again, her hand slipping lower toward my underwear. I should wake her up. Maybe she’s having a dream about us. It better be. I hate thinking of her with any other man. Just the thought of it makes me sick.
She’s almost stroked her hand over my dick when I finally give her a soft shake. “Snapshot,” I whisper.
“I’m already awake.” She keeps moving her hand. “I’ve been awake this whole time, trying to be respectful and just hold you like you said. But you’re half naked, and we’re both more than half crazy, and I just can’t stop.”
A shuddering breath escapes me when she reaches into my underwear and wraps her hand around my cock. My shaft is solid. She squeezes with enough pressure to let me know she’s as hungry as I am, then she strokes from my precome-coated end to my base, spreading the wetness, making me slick.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl. “You don’t know what you’re starting, angel.”
With her hand still on me, she looks up and props one hand on my chest. “I know exactly what I’m starting.”
She can’t completely hide her nerves. It’s natural. This is going to be her first time. The knowledge burns through me—her first time. Nobody else is ever going to touch her. My head is spinning. Ever? What right do I have to think of that?
I am. I can’t help it. I don’t fight it.
She’s mine. I’m done denying it.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, rolling over so I’m on top, holding myself up so I can drink in her features.
She makes a beguiling sound as I slide my hand down her body. When I glide my hand over her curvaceousness and into her shorts, she removes her hand from my underwear, grabs my bare arms, and sinks her nails in like she’s trying to tether herself to me.
I push my hand into her underwear. Her folds feel inflamed, swollen with lust, clear evidence of her desire, a sign we belong together.
“I want you to forget.” She trembles against me. “About everything. Except me…”
“I love it when you get confident.”
I massage her lush folds, her wetness making me even more excited, even more obsessed.
“I never cared about my body. Then we met—and I did. But I don’t have to be self-conscious. Or ashamed. Do I?”
“Never,” I snap. “You’re voluptuous, curvy, perfect. Your shapeliness is just one thing that makes me want you so, so bad, Snapshot. Never doubt that.”
Her core responds by quivering for me when I circle her entrance with my finger. She wraps her hands around the back of my neck, clinging tightly. I do this for a long time, happy to lose myself touching her.
I move down, kissing her lips, her neck, tugging at her shirt to reveal her tits. I kiss and suck her nipples, but I have to go lower. Her pussy is calling to me. All my life, I have been lost. Darkness has shrouded me all my life. Not anymore. Not with her.
I pull down her panties, sinking my greedy hands into the fullness of her thighs. Her scent washes over me. The physicality of her closeness makes me feel drunker than any text ever could.
She slides her hand through my hair when I kiss her hole, stroking my finger around her warm opening at the same time. I kiss her nub again, then give myself to the hunger. I lick her, causing her to fill the room with her moans.
My tongue moves faster, harder, the lust taking me over. I can’t think. I don’t want to. Her depths shiver around my finger when I push inside.
She grabs big handfuls of the sheets when I suck her clit, pulling it into my mouth, and fuck her horny, virgin hole with my finger. I pulse my touch in and out, attuned to her body’s responses.
I let her clit go, then lick it with frantic speed. Her moans are the reward I get for each brush of my tongue. It’s like sending a text. I lick, then get the message delivered, notification as I hear a pleasure-filled gasp.
Her hips move in time with my finger, like my virgin is rehearsing for the real deal. She slides her velvet haven up and down my hand, spreading her wetness all over me. Her taste is addictive. When I feel her orgasm approaching, barreling like a train into the steaminess of this moment, it’s her taste that stops me from looking up so I can see her voluptuous body twitching with the release.
I groan, slipping my tongue all over her sex, finger fucking her gorgeous slit until she can’t take it any more. She grabs a pillow, moaning into it, the muffled noise somehow sexier than if she just let fly.
I pull back and sit up, staring at her. She smiles at me, looking high at what just happened. I tear the sheets away so I can see her. Her wetness glimmers, beckoning to me.