Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Melissa’s first climax is sudden. Intense is an understatement, but when she finally does come, it’s with a violent contraction all over her body. Her virgin slit quivers against my tongue as my fingers tease their way around it.
Tracing lines of her essence down the inside of her thighs, my fingers probe all of her, every hole. She purrs and gasps before she starts to growl with the guilty pleasure that lets me know she’s found her new favorite hobby.
Me.
CHAPTER NINE
Melissa
Whatever made me seek him out, I can tell Mark’s not only bitten by the same bug, but he’s more insistent on pleasuring me than I could have ever fantasized about.
That and the actual feeling… It’s like that tingle I get in my belly whenever I see him. It’s exploding like a thousand fireworks every time I feel his mouth on me, feel his firm naked body smashed up against mine. I never knew anything could feel so good or I had what you’d call an animal side. Maybe everyone does, but it needs the right person to do the right thing to make it come out.
I’m naked on a private beach under the moonlight with the most beautiful man alive busy at work between my legs. His mouth is like a silk curtain, and his hands touch me right where I need them and hard enough to make me remember how badly I need them. I’ve never taken my clothes off for anyone, and I barely glance at my body. The way Mark looks at me, and the way he’s obviously aroused as much as I am, it’s impossible for me to stay a prude a second longer.
Who knows what could happen next or tomorrow? I can’t afford to waste any time with my hang-ups. Mark’s real, and I can feel that his intentions are genuine. I guess it’s so hard for me to believe because of everything he is, does, and has. I feel like we’ve gotta make up for lost time.
The furthest thing from my mind is my dad, and dare I say it? The house, the States, and anything that isn’t Mark doing that thing he’s so good at down there doesn’t seem real anymore, especially when he makes me climax, not two or three times, but until I can’t stop shuddering. I feebly cling to him, hoping he can see he’s done enough already.
I’m totally spent, but I have more than one score to settle if he thinks he can leave this to his advantage. Something about a man like him wanting me so much makes me want him even more, starting with checking out that giant dick of his that’s been playing third wheel for what feels like hours. It has been hours once I notice the black sky brightening to gray and the first faint streaks of deep red and purple as the early dawn light spreads.
I have a mild moment of panic, not wanting to be seen in full sunlight with nothing more than Mark’s handprints as an outfit. Somehow, Mark seems to know all I’m thinking about and more.
“I should take you back to the house. You’ll get cold,” he observes, but the rising ripples of the incoming tide feel perfect, just like he does.
He ends up on his knees with one of my thighs over each of his. His stiff member looks so hard, so swollen and hot, it almost looks painful. Almost. Mark gives me a sly look, nodding that yes, I have permission to touch it… to touch him, and I do. Oh boy, do I touch him.
The up close, real-life version of Mark, especially naked and hard, is enough to set my insides quaking all over again once I use both hands to explore him. He lets out a slow, deep groan as I try to fit all my fingers around his swollen head, making him wince with pleasure and stifle a gasp as his thick cock twitches violently.
One of his huge hands cups the side of my face, his fingers gently closing my mouth as I feel it hanging open, amazed by all of him. I’m horny again already in a different way as I get to know the most sensitive part of a complex and sophisticated man.
It’s true… everything they say about a guy. Touch him, squeeze him just hard enough in the right place, and he’s jelly inside—maybe even more so than I am right now.
The needful caution in his voice reminds me of something, “We…we don’t have to do everything,” he rasps, clenching his chiseled jaw as he fights another wave of pulsing preclimax.
A thick line of white heat from his cock runs over my hands, making me moan, too.
Bringing it up to my mouth without even thinking, I suck my fingers right down to my knuckles. I hum as I taste him, my other hand gripping him harder as I pump his shaft like a girl who wants the rest of what’s coming.