Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I could barely catch my breath before his fingers curled at the sides of my ‘virginal’ panties and began to drag the fabric down.
My mouth was completely dry as he peeled my underwear down my legs. I was shrouded in the flickering candlelight and the fading sunlight at the edges of the blinds, but it was more than enough to see me.
“Fuck.” He stilled with the panties clenched in one hand, his gaze fixed on the junction of my thighs. Sex thickened his voice. “Did you do that for me?”
After I’d gotten his text this afternoon, I’d hurried into the shower and shaved myself completely bare. It had been precarious, and taken a lot longer than I’d expected, but it had also turned me on once it was done.
It felt like I was hiding a secret on my body. One just for him.
My shy nod made him groan in approval, and his hands coasted up my legs, moving in a fast, efficient path to my sensitive, newly bare skin. And his mouth followed, inching up the inside of my thigh while gently urging me to open my trembling legs wider.
To make room for him. “You want me to taste this virgin pussy?”
I couldn’t speak. All I could give him was a quick nod.
He dragged it out, teasing kisses at the spot where my leg joined my body while he adjusted his stance on his knees. It was like he was settling in and finding just the right position.
“Oh, shit,” I cried, flinching.
The first hint of his tongue against my clit was an electric shock of pleasure. The second brush of it was more serious, making the sensation more acute. I balled the comforter beneath me into tight fists, needing something to hold on to.
Then his tongue began to flutter.
Every nerve ending in me lit up, sending sparks raining across my body. I bucked my hips, maybe wanting to run from the pleasure, or get him to do it again . . . I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t in control anymore.
A moan poured from my lips, and I promptly slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle it back. It had been too loud and sounded so erotic, it verged on embarrassing. I stared up at the ceiling, too scared to look at him with his head between my legs because who knew what kind of sound I’d make then? The sight would be scorching hot, overwhelming.
“This is what I wanted to do the other night.” The hot, velvet stroke of his tongue ceased only long enough for him to speak. “But you don’t have to be good and stay quiet now.”
I moaned through my fingers and squeezed my eyes shut, just as the muscle deep in my core clenched.
As he fucked me with his mouth, his hands decided to join in. One of them slid underneath my thigh and up onto my hip, while he used the other to press one thick finger deep inside me.
“Oh, my god,” I gasped.
My hands abandoned the comforter so I could drive them into my hair. I bowed up off the mattress, writhing from the pleasurable stretch of my body around the finger he eased in and out of me. His incessant tongue whipped at my clit, and the more I seemed to enjoy it, the faster he fluttered and the deeper his finger went.
It was . . . incredible.
My heartrate was through the roof and my chest heaved, and I pictured what we looked like. How he was bent over the end of the bed with his head between my legs, a finger pumping fast enough it made the whole bed shake, while I writhed and moaned as a mindless, naked creature.
“Fuck,” I groaned as he pushed a second finger in alongside the first. It was a lot, but it felt so good. “Fuck, fuck . . .”
He chuckled, thrilled at hearing me curse.
Tension was building inside me. It traveled up my quivering legs and down my arms, like all roads in my body led to the spot where he was feasting on me. I was so turned on, I was slick with arousal, and I could hear the slippery glide of his fingers as they sawed in and out.
Preston made the tiniest of adjustments to the angle he was using, but it had a huge impact. He was able to reach deeper and touch me in a place that made my toes curl into points.
My gasps and moans swelled.
I panted for air in quick, erratic bursts.
Every signal blared to him that my orgasm was about to happen.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
His dirty command triggered a crash of ecstasy, and I cried out as it collided with me. Wave upon wave of bliss rocked my body, and I shuddered uncontrollably. If I wasn’t out of my mind, maybe I would have worried that I’d been too loud, but I couldn’t.