Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Nope. It’s something even better.” He drew her up with his hands under her arms. “I want to lick your sweet pussy until I’ve had my full. That might take a while.”
“You really want to do that?”
His eyebrows rose as he turned and carefully sat her in an armchair.
“Why wouldn’t I? Sweetie, I’ve been dreaming of eating your pussy since I met you. And that ass? I honestly thought you were torturing me whenever you’d wear yoga pants. When you’d bend over? Hell, I’m going to come just from thinking about how gorgeous your butt looks in tight pants.”
She was flushed and smiling as he spread her legs apart and kneeled between them. Grabbing her behind the knees, he drew her toward the edge of the chair before pushing her legs back against her body.
“Marcus!”
“Hold on, sweetie. Shit. Wait. I didn’t hurt you, did I? Sometimes I get carried away and forget your back is still sore.”
She shook her head. “No. I just… this is… are you sure?”
“Heck, yes. I cannot wait.” Leaning in, he took a long, slow lick of her pussy.
And he was right.
It was damn delicious. He circled her clit, listening to her small cries. Poor baby. She sounded so hungry.
So needy.
“Please, oh, please.”
“What do you need?” he murmured. He set her legs on the arms of the chair to free up his hands. Then he pushed two fingers into her passage. She clenched down around him.
“I need to come.”
“How long has it been, sweetie?”
“Since… since I came?”
“Yes. When was the last time you played with yourself?”
“I can’t… I don’t even remember. So long. Months.”
“Damn. Months? I can’t go a day without jacking off. Sometimes, if you’re wearing those tight black shiny pants it’s more like three or four times a day.”
She eyed him with shock. Then her cheeks filled with red. “You get turned on from me in those pants?”
“You didn’t know? Heck, I was starting to think you were teasing me on purpose.”
“What? No!”
“Damn. There goes that fantasy. Now, hush, I’m enjoying my dessert.” He went back to playing with her, driving her up higher and higher until he knew she was closer. She was trembling, her breaths coming in harsh pants.
“Please, please.”
“Christ, sweetie. I need to be inside you. Shit. Your back. You’ll have to ride me.” He moved so he was lying on his back on the floor. “Come ride me.”
Ride him?
Really?
Was she co-ordinated enough for that? She didn’t have a lot of experience. A few fumbles in the dark. Nothing remarkable. She’d already felt more pleasure from what they’d just done than she ever had before.
Moving off the chair, she studied him nervously. They’d already had a conversation about contraception. She had an implant and both of them were clean.
There was nothing to stop her from riding him like a cowgirl.
Except her own mind.
“Isla? You okay?” He sat up. “You’ve changed your mind? We don’t have to do this. We can just skip to the snuggling part of the night.”
“No. I don’t… I want to snuggle of course, but right now, I want you too. Just nervous, I guess.”
“Don’t be nervous, sweetie. There is nothing you could do that I wouldn’t want.”
“Oh yeah? You sure about that?”
He screwed up his nose. “Well, I’m not sure I’d want a cock cage. Or to be edged. Or figged. Nuh-uh. But I’m guessing you didn’t have any of that in mind.”
“No. Does that happen here?”
“Well, there is a dungeon so I’m thinking yep. I didn’t visit last time, want to go?”
“I don’t… I don’t think so. I don’t know.” Hard to know what she wanted when she hadn’t experienced any of it.
“Think about it. Later. Just please put my dick inside you. I’m hurting.”
He was hurting?
She didn’t want Marcus in pain. Straddling him, she clumsily reached for his dick. Then she guided him to her entrance. She sucked in a breath.
Oh. Ohhh.
So good.
So delicious.
“Sweetie, shit, you’re so tight. Hell. I can’t. I’m going to come so quick. Think unsexy thoughts, man. Do not embarrass yourself.”
She had to grin as she took him deep. She paused and they were both struggling for breath.
“This is like nothing I’ve felt before. Holy shit.”
“I know,” she said. “Shall I move?”
“So tight. Yes, move. Move.” He put his hands around her hips, guiding her and although she hadn’t realized it, it was just what she needed to help those last few nerves disappear.
He drove her up and down. She placed her hands on his chest to balance herself.
“Sweetie… damn… damn. I’m so close. You need to come too.” He moved his finger down to where her clit throbbed, rubbing it with soft movements.
“Please! Oh please!” she cried out.
“That’s it. Hell! Come, sweetie!”
She drove down, her head going back as she cried out with pleasure. He continued to surge up inside her until they were both spent. She slid down to lie on his chest. Her body ached, but most of it was from pleasure.