Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
The next morning, I woke up with his mouth around my nipple. I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair. He sucked hard and my back arched.
“Open your legs.”
I did.
His thumb found my clit and he started circling. I was on the verge of coming and then he stopped. “Where were you born, baby?”
I hesitated and his thumb left.
“Charleston,” I said quickly and his thumb came back.
“Good girl.”
He made me come.
That day I stayed at the apartment as he was off with his brother at the office. I cleaned, I worked out, I blared music (but kept an eye on the cell phone in case he called), and I watched TV.
That night he didn’t get in until late and when he came to bed, he woke me with his mouth between my legs.
“How’s my girl?” He asked against my clit.
“I’m good, Master,” I answered sleepily.
“Yeah?”
“So good,” I moaned, fisting the sheets.
“Do you wanna come, my baby?”
“Yes, Master. I wanna make you come, too.”
“Oh, you will.” He climbed up me and got his cock in my mouth, straddling my face.
“Can I touch myself, Master?” I asked a moment later, squeezing his tip and then planting a kiss on it.
“No.” he answered, “Stay still and suck. Be a good girl and I’ll let you come after.” He held my wrists in his hands above my head, hovering over my face.
“Okay.” I sucked him good and it didn’t take long for him to come down my throat, the sexy moan he let out as he came lighting my body on fire.
He climbed back down below and leaned his head on his palm, which was supported by his elbow dug into the bed. His fingers leisurely circled my nipple and then worked their way down to between my legs. He gave me a sexy grin.
“Saw you in my bed and I couldn’t wait for mine, but we’re gonna take our time with yours tonight, Angel, let the burn build.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
He leaned down, kissed my navel, and then trailed kisses up to my throat with his hand against my pussy but he barely moved it. I wanted to squirm.
He passionately kissed my shoulder, my throat, my earlobe, and I was covered in goosebumps.
“Can I jerk you off, Dare?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, so I quickly reached for him. He was only semi-hard, but it took seconds for that to change.
One and then two fingers entered me and he crooked those fingers and kept crooking them softly against my g-spot. I let out a long moan. He then got his other hand under my bottom and then I felt his middle finger exert just a little bit of pressure against my back entrance.
“Oh!” I was melting.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Mm hmm. I do. I do. Ah!” I spread my legs wider and squeezed his cock harder.
“Put your hands above your head, Angel,” he told me.
“But then I can’t touch you. Can I suck you again?” I was squirming.
“No. Stay still. You’re breaking my focus.” He pushed a finger just inside me, to stretch me in the back, and continued hitting my g-spot in the front and then added his thumb and hit my clit.
Oh! I thought I was going to explode. My body started to tremble. Then he added suction on a nipple and I started to hit it.
“What’s your name?” He slowed. I’d been almost there. I moaned in protest.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
I gasped, “Angel.”
“Fuck!” he shouted and broke contact completely.
I jolted in surprise.
“God fucking damn it!” he yelled right in my face.
I started to cry.
“Fuck!” He left the room, yanking up underwear as he left and slamming the door hard.
I curled up in a ball and I was trembling. I was fucking this up. He was having to do so much, put so much effort into this, and I was just a total fuck-up. A broken woman. Ruined. Filthy dirty. Empty.
A few minutes later he was back, leaning over me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really sorry, baby; open up, let me in.”
I uncurled and laid on my back, legs spread. Tears still streamed down. I felt so empty inside.
He was on top of me and then he was rubbing his cock between my legs against my clit and teasing my entrance, and then he got himself hard again and plunged into me. I was crying silently.
“Baby?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry. That was dickish of me. You tell me when you’re ready.”
“I don’t mean to hold anything back from you. You don’t understand. You…” I was gonna tell him. Somehow, I’d get it out. It was time. I pushed the void away and dug deep, ready to talk.
“It’s okay, Angel,” he stopped me. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I just didn’t…”
He stopped me with his palm over my mouth. “No. I’m sorry. Quiet. Let’s get back to where we were. Unless you’re too mad at me and want me to stop?” He lifted his hand off my mouth and looked at me, waiting for me to answer.