Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
But now, knowing that I couldn’t hold her up? Yeah, that burned.
But she kissed it all better by letting me up for air and staring into my eyes.
“Take me to the bed.”
I would have. I really would have.
But then she took her shirt off, and I got distracted.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. How had I missed that she wasn’t wearing a bra?
“I don’t have to wear a bra,” she admitted.
I’d asked that question aloud, or maybe she’d read it in my eyes.
Either way, I didn’t care.
Not when I was faced with those beautiful breasts of hers.
Her nipples were bigger than any of the ones I’d ever seen, the areola taking up a larger portion of her breast. The tips were juicy, thick, and darker than any I’d ever seen, too.
I wanted to devour them.
I wasn’t sure where to start.
The left? The right?
She answered that burning question for me by offering up her left breast like one would their finest dish at Thanksgiving dinner as she latched onto my head with the other hand, guiding it down.
I didn’t dare not do what she was asking.
I dropped my mouth to her breast, licked the edges of her areola, and then went even further by sucking her pretty nipple down deep into my mouth.
I curled my tongue around the tip while I sucked, flicking it lightly while dropping one hand from her ass, and smoothing it up her side to curl around her breast.
I bit down lightly when she tried to push me away—to take away my play toy—and she gasped.
“Mine,” I told her, breaking away to glance up at her eyes.
She looked dazed.
I grinned and went back to my new favorite meal—her.
I devoured her nipple, sucking, licking, and teasing, while I ground myself against her.
She moaned and started to pull on my hair, and it was only when I felt that she was ready to break that I pulled away.
My mouth was wet, and her eyes met mine. There was a need so great written all over her face that I let her slide down until her feet rested fully on the floor.
My eyes moved down her chest.
One breast looked angry and aroused, needy and wanting. The other nipple was pebbled, but it didn’t have a beard burn, or suck marks dotting the expanse of it.
I grinned at how she looked.
Those hickeys would be there for days.
Maybe even a week.
“Finish getting undressed,” I ordered.
She turned her back on me and went to do just that.
Then she got to her pants.
And I thought her nipples were my new favorite thing…I was wrong.
It was her ass.
She started to scramble toward where I assumed was the bedroom, losing her clothes along the way.
But the moment she pushed those pants down over her hips, I stilled her movements by hooking one arm around her waist and pulling her to me.
We were in the living room. Her front door was wide open, and I could see outside, which meant other people could see in if they bothered to look.
But I didn’t change what I was doing—because by doing that, I’d have to let her go. And I didn’t think I could—not ever.
It was also the reason that I couldn’t make it another step.
I bent her over at the waist, pulled her thong—nothing more than a tiny, pink scrap of fabric—to the side and smoothed a finger over her slick pussy.
“Godddd,” she moaned. “Baylor.”
The gasp that left her mouth was enough to make me smile.
I started to unbuckle my pants.
“Baylor,” she moaned, wiggling her ass against me.
It was then that I growled.
The sheer flexibility of her was amazing. She was standing straight legged, her feet side by side, and was leaned over so far that she had her hands on the floor next to her feet.
Later… later, I would explore this more. I would see what other sexual positions I could bend her into in the future, really find out what she could do.
But for now?
For now, I was going to fuck her. I was going to shove my fat cock into her and not stop until we were both coming.
“Condom?” she breathed, looking up at me from the side of her leg.
Her breasts were pressed to her thighs, and she circled one arm around her legs so she could peer up at me.
“No condom.”
She opened her mouth to retort, but I shook my head.
“I saw you were on the pill,” I told her. “Was with you when you were taking your trash out, remember?”
She snapped her mouth shut, and I lowered my jeans so that my cock could slip free of the confines of my pants—and no, I wasn’t wearing underwear.
Underwear was too confining.
The only time I ever wore them was when I was running—there was only so much dick swinging I could handle on a long run.