Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Whimpering.
My lord, does she…like this public display of affection?
Even Ashley doesn’t seem to understand the impulse, her movements verging on shy, yet there she goes, teasing me again with a wicked rock of her hips, my cock turning to forged steel in response.
I test my theory that she wants to be seen by palming her ass beneath her pink dress, massaging the tight hills, one at a time, studying the slow roll of heat in her eyes while I kiss her, tangling and untangling our tongues. Openly. Audibly.
“Have some decency,” the woman snaps. “You’re old enough to be her father.”
Ashley’s pupils expand the final millimeter, her ass pushing into my hands.
“Careful,” I rasp. “That only makes her wetter.”
The elevator dings and the couple fling themselves off in a huff, my composure popping like a balloon, legs lunging to pin her between me and the elevator walls, my mouth on a furious mission to take. Ashley gives me everything she knows how to give, her body promising to learn the rest, her legs clamping around my hips in a chokehold.
We arrive at our floor and I growl, ripping her off the wall and charging into the communal area, our room number repeating on a loop in my head. Find it. Find it.
There.
Turned on to a degree that should be impossible, I tilt my head to let her kiss my neck while I unearth the key, slapping it over the sensor. The door opens behind her and we’re in, fucking through our clothes on the way to the bed. Alarm bells begin to sound, because oh yeah, all that stands between me and bone-rattling satisfaction is a couple rough pumps in that tight virgin pussy, but no.
No. Her first time needs to be about her, not me.
“Fuck,” I grind out, laying her down on the bed. Coming down on top of her, the weight of me popping her mouth open on a gasp, pleasure flooding her beautiful features. “Oh m-my God,” she stammers. “You feel so good.”
I bare my teeth against her mouth. “It feels good being pinned down by a man you know will get you off if you only ask.”
“Yes,” she says, dazed. “I’m asking.”
Unbuttoning the front of her dress with my left hand, I kiss her plumped cleavage and up the side of her graceful neck. “It feels good to open your legs for a man who will fuck your mouth in front of strangers, just because it turns you on.”
A flush pinkens her cheeks. “Did it…turn you on, too?”
“Everything with you turns me on, angel.” I peel open her dress, marveling at the smooth dip of her bare stomach, her braless tits, so innocently aroused and ripe to be sucked, then lower, the gentle mound hidden inside of her panties. “Everything.”
I skim my palm across her perked-up nipples, my touch continuing down the center of her superb body while she shivers below me, my hand finally reaching her pussy, cupping it for the very first time. Kneading it gently while her green eyes turn the color of smoked moss, the pace of her breath picking up.
“Does that feel nice, angel?”
“Yes.”
I suction my mouth to the spot below her ear, running my knuckle up and down her slit, dampness reaching me through the cotton. “It’s going to feel even better when I lick it.” Gently, I press my knuckle to her clit, kissing the gasp clean off her delicious mouth. “Do you trust me to take special care of you?”
Eyes glazed over, she nods. “I trust you. I only trust you.”
My chest fills with gratitude, fighting my sexual anticipation for space. “Good girl,” I manage roughly, engaging her in a provocative kiss while I’m dragging the sodden panties down her thighs. Off completely. Her tongue is quickly learning how to stoke my fire, growing more confident and, goddamn, do I benefit from that confidence. She kisses with abandon and tenderness, yes, but the way she opens her mouth so wide, her tongue so curious, also communicates her adventurous side.
“She’s going to fuck like a little fireball, isn’t she?” I mutter against her lips.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispers, still blushing like a schoolgirl. “Am I?”
“That’s what my tongue is for,” I say, kissing my way down between her tits, her quivering stomach, pressing my face to the patch of blonde curls and inhaling that citrusy heaven for everything I’m worth. “To make sure you’re licked up and soaking for me. If you’re not screaming for deeper cock, I better be pulling it out and going back to work.”
I can’t stand another second without her taste, so I catch her knees in my hands, open them wide and lap my tongue up the split of her cunt, my balls throbbing when she lets out a shaky exclamation that isn’t part of any language I’ve heard, her pussy opening for me like the pearly gates, slowly, a blooming of flesh and a rush of warmth on my tongue as I explore her deeply, overwhelmed by her sweetness, her mewls of my name.