Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
‘I know.’
‘From the moment your eyes met mine that summer by the pool you’ve been mine, and you’ll always be mine.’
I rise to my knees and remain rock still, my mouth frozen open in front of him. He takes the condom off and his cock is dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. He moves closer to me, but not close enough that I don’t have to lean forward to an almost precarious angle to snake my tongue out and run it slowly up the side of his shaft and over his cockhead.
He is so warm, his scent intoxicating. This is my man, I think with dizzy pleasure.
He intertwines his fingers into my hair and plunges his entire shaft deep into my throat making me gag, and saliva floods my mouth. He withdraws temporarily from the tightness of my throat. Then, taking advantage of the extra lubrication of my saliva, he pulls my head as close as possible to him and fucks my mouth.
‘You’ve had this coming to you for a long time,’ he groans. ‘You deliberately teased me with your delicious body from the first moment you laid eyes on me, didn’t you?’
My mouth stuffed with hard cock, I nod, making my head bob.
‘You’ve given me a fucking hard-on for years. Now you have to pay for that.’
I nod.
‘Tell me,’ he commands, ‘that none of the fools you’ve known have ever fucked you like this.’
I give a shake to my head.
He pulls out of me. ‘Say it,’ he presses.
‘No one has even come close to this.’
He smiles with satisfaction and saws deeper into my mouth. It doesn’t take long before he explodes, filling my throat with hot cum. He looks down at me.
‘Now go lie on the couch and spread your legs wide for me.’ His smile is pure evil, and I shiver with anticipation.
I rise up and do as he asks, stretching myself over the couch so my legs are splayed open and my weeping center is exposed to his eyes. His eyes are hot wells of black tar as he approaches me.
He kneels between my legs and uses his thumbs to pull apart my pussy lips, then repeatedly licks at the throbbing flesh as I gasp. His fingers dip into my slick entrance as his tongue rasps at my clit, lashing and stroking it until wild, high-pitched cries and shrieks stream from my mouth.
I rock my groin helplessly against his mouth and tongue as he continues to devour me. I can’t even imagine what I must look like to him, naked, splayed wide open, and shamelessly begging for more, while he sucks my bud and fucks me with his fingers.
He switches his fingers for his thumb, which he slowly rubs inside me, up and down until my skin grows hot and my hips are lifting off the couch. Then he thrusts his thumb into me harder and rougher. My body tightens unbearably as the tension ratchets higher. I hear myself moaning and pleading with him not to stop as he continues to stab into me. At this point though, things are so heated, he is fucking me as hard as I am fucking his thumb.
His greedy tongue laves across my spread labia from top to bottom. I never imagined any man could be so committed to the enjoyment of my flesh. He devours me until I begin to shake and my fingers dig into his shoulder. Finally, I go rigid as the tension peaks. It holds me in its thrall before crashing over me in an earth-shattering roar. While I ride out the storm, Noah continues to use his fingers and mouth. He doesn’t stop, even after uncontrollable hot juices gush out of me and all over his thumb and mouth. My head rolls back.
Oh my God! Have I just peed on him?
Flushed, dazed, horribly embarrassed, and unable to move, I look into his eyes. As I try to recover, I realize how hard and horny he is just from watching me, and how much he needs to come again. He doesn’t try to take me. He just smiles softly and gathers me in his arms. ‘Oh, look at you,’ he croons. ‘You’re just a baby.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I croak.
He jerks his head back in surprise. ‘For what?’
‘You know why,’ I mutter, too embarrassed to even say the words.
‘Actually, I don’t.’
‘I peed on you.’
He chuckles. ‘You didn’t pee on me. I stimulated your G-spot so you squirted for me and that was beautiful to watch.’
He kisses me on my mouth. Gently. Sweetly. Protectively. It is the safest feeling in his arms. I forget Oliver and his threats, and my father with his insect eyes.
There is a sudden flash of light in the room then a rumble of thunder.
‘The storm is here,’ I whisper. ‘I’ve always loved watching storms. Even when I was a little girl.’