Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Chloe opened her eyes, not realizing she had even closed them. The only thing she could see was Dominic’s dark head descending, and then she felt the warm, wet cavern of his mouth closing over one of her nipples. He tugged and sucked on the tip until she was pleading, begging him for more.
He alternated between her breasts, unrelenting in his onslaught.
When he lifted his head, he didn’t give her any time to think. He captured her mouth with his, speared his tongue inside and stroked it along her own. Chloe moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tried to rub herself on him, trying to create friction to ease the ache that settled between her thighs.
He broke the kiss and curled his hand around her hips, stopping her movements. And then he moved those digits to the waistband of her shorts, slowly pushing them down her legs until she was forced to kick them off.
Dominic surprised her further by dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his face against her mound. Instinctively, she speared her hands through his hair, tugging at the short, dark strands, the pleasure of his mouth on the most sensitive part of her body enough to have her nearly coming right then.
“Oh God. Dominic.”
His snaked his hands up the back of her legs and cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing the mounds. That sting of pain accompanied the pleasure. Chloe wanted more, needed more. She spread her legs a little wider and pressed her cunt to his face. She could hear him inhale and then groan gruffly.
Chloe took that moment to really look at him. Although he hadn’t changed much in the past eight years, he did seem harder, emotionally and physically. His dark hair was still short, slightly mussed as she ran her fingers through the strands. Although she’d thought—fantasized—about this moment for the last eight years, she honestly didn’t think she’d be in this position again, literally and figuratively.
He gripped one of her thighs and lifted it so it rested over his shoulder. She was spread so wide now that she could feel her pussy lips pull apart. He buried his face deeper into the valley between her legs, and the feel of his hot, humid breath fueled her lust and pleasure even higher. She knew her panties were soaked.
She was holding on to him as if her life depended on it, and he used his other hand to peel her panties to the side, baring her pussy. For a second he just stared at what he’d revealed. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight as she watched him watch her.
“Christ, I’m going to devour you,” he said and then leaned in, running his tongue up her slit and moving it around her clit. He ate her out ferociously. He was merciless as he ran his tongue up and down her cleft, teasing her clit until the little nub was hard and swollen, before moving the muscle back down and pressing it into her clenching hole.
Over and over he did this, never stopping until she sucked in a harsh breath and tensed as her climax crested. She cried out his name continuously and felt as if she were falling. He had his hands on her inner thighs, keeping her spread for him as he devoured her … as he did exactly what he said he would.
“Chloe, my sweet Chloe.” His voice by her ear dragged her back from oblivion. “The things you do to me. The way you make me feel…”
It was almost like he was speaking to himself.
He had her in his arms only a second later, carrying her to the bed, setting her in the center of it. And then she watched in rapt awe as he moved away from her and removed his pants, his focus on her the entire time. Even in the darkness of the room she could see how hard he was, could see the dark thatch of hair that surrounded the massive cock between his legs. God, her pussy clenched from the sight alone, and she remembered how it felt to have that thickness stretching her virgin pussy.
It would surely feel the same way all these years later, given the fact she’d never been with a man since.
It had only ever been Dominic. It only ever would be him.
She pushed to a sitting position and fought the wave of dizzy arousal that threatened to control her. Reaching out until her hands brushed along his thick, muscular thighs, she pulled him forward until his dick was no more than a few inches from her face. He smelled so good, a wild, masculine scent that had her pussy clenching and a fresh gush of moisture leaving her.
She was so ready for him.
Chloe could see raw desire in his eyes. It’s what she felt as well.