Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
So it seems Amelia likes a challenge.
“I’ll come down the back of your throat any time, sweetheart.” As I tighten my grip on her hair, her attention flicks my way. “I just thought it might be impolite for our first time.”
Lashes lowered, she cedes control, allowing me to lazily flex into her hot mouth a few times, but the whole fucking experience is too much. I want to thrust, cram my dick down the back of her throat because she’s just so fucking perfect. The half-moons of her thick lashes, her pink lips, and the velvet feel of her mouth, the hard pebble of her nipples, and the silk of her skin. Worse, my grip feels tenuous, like I’m a couple of thrusts from blowing my load. With supreme effort, I pull back, my cock leaving her mouth with a wet sucking sound. She can’t suppress her small smile as she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. She’ll never truly be submissive. Just the way I like her.
Like a choreographed dance, I move forward, and Amelia moves back, her back connecting with the bed. I press my body over hers, swiping my lips across hers in invitation. She takes it, her back arching as our mouths meet. We explore the other’s rhythm in small, exploratory kisses that soon turn to something wilder. Deeper and wetter. Amelia begins to writhe under me, her hands blindly grasping—my neck, my arse—the arch of her foot a sensuous slide up my calf.
“Is this what you need?” I rasp. Dropping my hips to hers, I rock over her. The sound she makes deserves to be bottled as a rare vintage. “Use your words.”
“Whit, please.” Her hands tighten in the short hairs at the back of my head as she pulls my mouth to hers. A gasp, hot and desperate. “I need you inside before I burst.”
My eyes close briefly at the picture she paints, a pained rumble rising from my throat. “That sounds like something I need to taste first.”
She almost whimpers as I begin to slide down her body, pressing my mouth to her skin like a scattering of pearls against satin. “Please hurry.”
“Oh, darling, no.” She bucks as my tongue pays tribute to her nipples. “We have all night, and I plan on making the most of it.” Her breath is a shallow, quivering thing as I flick my tongue over her nipple once more, then press my teeth to the soft underside of her breast. “I’m going to pin you to my bed and make your body my playground.”
“Oh.”
Down, down I slide until I’m on my knees like a devotee, pressed between the altar that is her pussy as her body silently begs.
“One day very soon,” I whisper, hooking my thumbs into the string of her underwear, “You’re going to slide your hand into these and show me how you touched yourself while thinking of me.” She whimpers as I slide the scant garment down her legs. “In the daylight, where I can see every tiny reaction. Your legs spread wide and your eyes on me.”
My hands on the insides of her knees, I press them wider, loving the jolt of her body as I press a kiss to the top of her slit.
“You’re so lovely, Amelia.” My hands skate up her inner thighs, my thumbs sliding over her pussy, exposing her glistening center. “Even your cunt is so very pretty.” I hear the sharp intake of her breath as I dip my head, the hot exhalation of my words the only pleasure I’ll grant her. “So pink.” She shivers at the contact, her hips lifting from the bed in a silent plea. “Why don’t you tell me where you need me?”
“You know where.” Her words, like her body, are as taut as a bow string.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear. You’re not the only one who likes a little aural.”
“You just want to torment me,” she says, her hands reaching for my head. She almost levitates from the bed at the next swipe of my tongue. Not from enjoyment but from anguish as I deliver a long lick to her thigh. A lick, a sucking kiss, I move to the other side, avoiding where she needs me most. “Please, Whit.” She reaches for my hair when I grasp her hands, shackling her wrists with my fingers.
“Keep them here.” My warning is clear as I press them to her sides. “I need you to keep still. Can you do that for me? Because if you don’t, I’ll eat you out all night, but you won’t get to come.”
“Neither will you,” she says breathlessly.
Honing my tongue to a point, I press the tiniest touch to her slit. “Won’t I?”
“You… you sadist.”
“Fiendish at worst.” My words are a tiny huff that makes her shiver. Nestling my tongue a little deeper, I deliver the tiniest flick to her clit. “At best, it’s just a little payback for how you’ve tortured me. Are you going to keep still?”