Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Who was she kidding? I wanted to bury my tongue in her pussy and consume this girl, but I urged myself to do it slowly.
I had to take my time with her and truly satisfy my craving, so I slid my tongue through her other set of lips and pressed in until I found her clit. She pushed out a heavy breath as I gave it a slow, torturous swirl with my tongue. Fuck. I knew she’d taste good.
“Oh . . . Deke. Oh my—” She panted as her fingernails dragged over my head. I groaned as I licked, giving her pussy french kisses and then suckling on her sweet spot. All of it riled her up to the point she was breathlessly moaning, and her back arched when I slid my tongue inside her. I let my tongue fuck her briefly before gliding it back up to the sweet spot that would eventually make her unravel.
“I see you like having your pussy eaten,” I rumbled between licks, and she moaned louder, clutching my head with both her hands.
Oh, I really see now.
She liked being talked to while being eaten. I could roll with that.
“You like how it feels, Davina?” I groaned, kissing her clit. “How I slip my tongue inside your wet pussy?”
“Oh my God,” she gasped, trying to shove my face deeper.
“I need you to tell me, baby. Talk to me.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I like it.”
“Is this what you wanted from me?”
“Yes, Deke. Yes.”
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I flattened my tongue and rolled it over that sweet spot I knew would make her come.
My dick was throbbing at this point, and I was dying to fuck her. As badly as I wanted that, though, I wanted to watch her come apart with my mouth even more.
I kept my tongue on her swollen clit and pushed up just enough to slide my fingers inside her slick entrance. I curled the tips of my fingers, and she breathed faster, bucking her hips on my mouth.
She ground her pussy on my face, pressing her palms to the back of my head to guide me deeper. Damn, she was wild. I loved it.
She was hungry for it and desperate to come, and as I lapped my tongue around her clit, then flicked it rapidly with my tongue, she belted out my name. It sounded so sweet coming out of her mouth, and what made it sweeter was the reason why she was saying it.
“Oh my goodness,” she whimpered, bucking when I finally pulled my mouth and fingers away. I lay a kiss on her pelvis, then placed one on both sides of her lips. She had a pretty pussy, pink like a rose inside.
I sat up on my knees, and my dick felt heavier than ever. It’d been too long since my last fuck, and that was only because the woman I wanted was right in front of me. No other person would do. I was waiting for Davina, and waiting was damn near killing me.
I wanted to unzip my pants, pull my dick out, and thrust inside her until she came again, but based on how she was lying there in a daze, that probably wouldn’t have been the right move to make. Plus, if I did it hastily, I would come in a matter of seconds.
If I was going to fuck this girl, it had to be done right, and it had to be someplace better than a canopy on a rooftop.
“You good?” I asked, huffing a laugh.
She sucked in a breath and sat up to eye me. “You’re, um . . . you’re really good at doing that.”
I smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Her eyes darted past me, and if I wasn’t mistaken, her eyes were glistening like she was on the verge of tears. Her throat bobbed, and she moved past me to climb off the canopy and search for her panties.
“I, um . . . I should go,” she said hurriedly, scanning the ground.
I frowned, climbing off too. I found her panties near one of the potted plants nearby and handed them to her. She pressed her lips to smile and took them but still wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“You don’t have to go, D,” I told her.
“Yeah.” She slipped into her panties. “I think I do.” She tugged on the hem of her dress to adjust herself, then hurried across the roof to snatch up her heels.
“Wait—D!” A humorless laugh escaped me this time as she rushed to the door and gripped the handle. She couldn’t be serious. What was happening? What did I do wrong? “If that was too much, I’m sorry. I thought that was what you wanted—”
“Don’t apologize,” she said, holding a hand up. “I did want it.”
I shifted on my feet, confused as hell. “So why are you running away?”