Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I need to taste you,” I tell her. “I need to taste your pussy. I need to taste all of you. I… own… you.”
My voice trails off into a savage, shaky sigh when the soft lamplight rests on her core. With her dress hiked up around her hips, I’ve got a perfect view of her pussy. Her folds are swollen with desire. Her clit looks engorged and ready for everything I’m going to give it. Best of all is her pink, excited pussy, gleaming at me like she wants my dick right now.
I reach down, stroking my hand over the outside of my pants, gazing at her. She’s turning me into an animal.
“Has anybody ever licked your pussy before?” I snarl.
“No,” she whispers. “And I don’t want anybody else to—just you, only you.”
I sink to my knees at the edge of the couch, gripping her thighs too hard, if her whimper is anything to go by. I find it difficult to make my hold softer. Instead, I gaze into her eyes, sinking my fingers into her curvy flesh, obsessed with how thick she is, with how much of her there is.
“Tell me, Ruby,” I growl.
She blinks, thinking about what I’m asking, then murmurs, “Please, Luca. Please lick my, my…”
“Say it!”
“… pussy.”
“Oh, fuck.” I almost roar as I lean down, letting the scent of her whirl around me, infusing me with her desire.
I intend to go slowly, but when I kiss her thigh and taste her sweat, it’s like her body is talking to me. I can’t hold myself back. I press my face against her. She tastes so. Fucking. Perfect. I open my mouth wide, darting my tongue out and sliding it up her folds, focusing on her clit, then sliding it back down. She gasps and shifts against me more eagerly than when I was using my hand.
I groan, making serious beast-like noises, and push my tongue down firmly against her clit. She bucks her hips, grinding against me, urging me to lick her quicker, harder. It’s like her excited body is telling me to make her come.
I slide my tongue down to her entrance, sliding around it before I push in, feeling her tightness wrap around my tip, just like it’s my dick, fucking her with my erect tongue. She pushes against me as I slide in, as her taste completely envelops me, surrounds me. I’m claiming her with every single movement. I’m owning her.
At the same time, I rub her clit with my hand. Her moans fill my ears, fill my world. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she sings so perfectly. My perfect, flawless woman. “Luca.”
“Come for me,” I groan, then immediately start tongue-fucking her again.
“What, on command?” she says sassily.
I smirk and look up at her curvy body. Her hairpin has come loose, causing her hair to fall across her eye again. As we lock gazes, she brushes her hair out of her face instead of trying to hide behind it. She smiles, a glint of danger in her eyes like this is a huge moment for her. Weirdly, I find myself wishing I was a virgin, too, but experiencing her excitement with her is the next best thing.
“Not on command,” I say, grinning. “I could do this all night long. Your pussy tastes so damn good. It’s addictive. You’re addictive.”
She shivers, nodding. I realize she probably thought I would try to pressure her.
Focusing on her slit again—I can’t leave it alone for long—I lick her folds and her clit with even more eager enthusiasm. She pumps her hips with even more insistence against my face. Her moans come faster, then catch, hollow, like she can’t produce any noise. It’s like she’s struggling to accept just how much pleasure she’s experiencing.
That makes me lick her even harder. With her tight, inexperienced body all hot from my tongue, I guide my finger to her, sliding in and swirling it in circles. She starts panting as I shift my finger up and down, causing her body to move in the same way, her lust bubbling up.
I want to lean back so I can watch the orgasm tear through her, but that would mean moving my mouth away from her, sacrificing her perfect taste. She starts bucking against me like she can’t contain the pleasure. Something in her frantic movements reaffirms this is her first time. It’s in her moans, too—shock, stunned pleasure, like she can’t believe this is happening.
I slide another finger into her, stretching her walls as she gushes her juices all over my hand. “Oh, heck,” she moans, and her body stops shuddering.
Standing up, I stare down at her wet core, immediately reaching for my belt. Her eyes snap open wide, one staring from behind her hair as I tear my belt loose. I’m panting like an animal, hardly able to control my breathing, feeling like a beast and not giving a damn.