Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“I’m unsteady.” Her palms flattened against the wall as I nuzzled her clit, rubbing it in circles with the tip of my nose. “What if I fa—ahhh.”
I licked her, butt crack to clit, gathering a fair helping of pussy juice to coat my tongue with. Fuck, she was delicious. Earthy, musky, sweet, and a little salty. Generally speaking, pussy tasted like a penny, but Dylan’s pussy tasted like the four hundred million I was going to make from Bruce Marshall.
“Ohhhh…” She began to ride my face shamelessly, no longer worried about falling off my shoulders.
I grabbed her ass in a death grip to keep her balanced, my pinkie traveling into her ass every now and then for a tease. I used my nose to swirl her clit, fucking her with my tongue. Nature had been kind to me and given me a long, strong tongue—one that could reach the tip of my nose…and serve as a good cock substitute. My tongue mercilessly thrust in and out of her as she cupped the back of my head and rode me like a cowgirl. I was already at half-mast again.
This woman was either going to be the death of me or the love of my life. No in-between about it.
“I’m coming.” She squirmed, trying to dodge my tongue, the sensation too much, too acute, for her.
“Yeah, baby. Come all over my face.”
I felt her muscles spasm around my tongue, her legs shaking along my back, toes curling against my skin, and I knew that sex with her was going to be like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
I brought her down gently after she came, holding her by the waist and setting her on my lap while I was still on the bench, her legs spread open on either side of me. She looked drunk on lust. I kissed her hard, claiming her sweet mouth, tasting my salty jizz on her plump lips.
“I cannot wait to claim that ass, sweetheart.” I reached between us to check how wet her pussy was. She was ready now. But I still needed a few minutes. “First, we’ll get your pussy adjusted to my size. Then we’re claiming this.” I pushed my middle finger gently into her tight hole.
She writhed and groaned, sinking her ass into my touch. The water grew colder around us.
“Ugh. The boiler’s a mess,” Dylan said apologetically. My finger was halfway inside her ass, and she was moving around to give it space, letting it stretch her out. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.” I kissed the side of her neck. “Let’s move it outside. It’s probably better that we turn off the water in case Grav wakes up.”
She stilled in my arms, haunted eyes searching mine.
I frowned. “What?”
“You care.”
“Of course I care. I’m not a fucking monster.”
“I never said you were, but a few weeks ago, you were adamant you hated children.”
“Listen, Cosmos, I’d love to have this conversation with you, but maybe when I don’t have my finger up your ass and my dick begging to be inside you.”
She laughed, swatting my chest.
We hobbled outside, and I bent her over the vanity. Her fingers curled around the edges of the copper vessel sink.
“Are you sure I’m ready for it?”
“You gave birth,” I chuckled, taking my dick in my hand and guiding the fat, thick crown into her pussy from behind. I was counting on hitting her G-spot and making her forget about how big it was.
“I had a C-section,” she said. “I still have an ugly scar as a souvenir.”
“Nothing about you is ugly.” I pressed into her, and she hissed, arching toward me nonetheless.
“This okay?” I groaned. She was probably the tightest partner I’d ever been with.
She nodded swiftly. “Yup. Yeah.”
But I could tell she wasn’t breathing. Still, I pushed in some more, until I was halfway through.
She clenched around me, and my eyes rolled over.
“I need you to relax before I come my entire body weight into you,” I warned softly.
She laughed, her entire body trembling, which made her pussy unclench a little and allowed me to slide the rest of my cock into her.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Full,” she croaked.
“Can I start pumping?” I moved her hair across one shoulder, bending down to kiss the side of her neck.
“Yes.”
I grabbed her by the waist with one hand and started pumping lazily, watching myself in the mirror in front of us. My abs flexed with each thrust, and it was the most satisfying thing I’d ever fucking done in my life.
“You look like you want to high-five yourself,” Dylan moaned from underneath me.
“True story,” I chuckled.
I withdrew, slamming into her again. Nothing should feel this good in life. I hoisted one of her feet up off the floor by tugging at her waist, turning her slightly sideways for deeper penetration, and when I pressed in again, I knew I was hitting her G-spot from the shuddering and uncontrollable whimpers of pleasure coming from her.