Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Her back bowed, her eyes widening in shock. “You feel it,” I rasped.
With my eyes still on hers, I bent my head down and took her nipple between my lips.
I tongued the tip and then sucked it, watching her every reaction. She didn’t disappoint.
Her lips parted, eliciting another moan. I circled the tip with my tongue, my teeth lightly grazing it.
“Oh,” she whispered, her hands going to my hair.
Her body moved with mine as she pushed her breast into my mouth, demanding more.
I chuckled against her skin, giving her whatever she wanted. My lips moved to the other breast, same attention given.
Cupping her other tit, I squeezed just a little before pinching her nipple, toying with the tip.
It drove her crazy, the mixture of my fingers and lips. Cold and warm. I gave her both.
“Do you like that, sweet Maria? Do you like having someone suck on your tits?” I said, our eyes meeting.
She stared at me with a hooded expression, her mind filled with desire. Her breathing turned into gasps as my fingers trailed down the swell of her breast, cupping it and then moving lower.
I trailed her ribs, my touch featherlight. My touch left her wanting more, and that was exactly what I wanted.
I wanted her to want me…to beg me.
I continued the pattern downward as my lips moved upward to her neck, sucking on the skin, torturing it with my kisses. Biting down on her soft skin, I left my mark.
She screamed…not in pain. Far from it.
“Have you ever had someone finger fuck you?” I asked, my voice sounding harsher even to my own ears. “Have you ever had someone play with your clit, make you gush all over their fingers?”
She moaned in response, her head thrashing to the sides as my fingers moved lower. Down her hips, then her belly button, teasing her gently there.
And then down, right over her pussy. “What about a man’s mouth? Have you ever had a man’s tongue fucking your pussy? Deep and rough…making you come with just a flick of his tongue over your rosy clit?”
“Wh…what?” she gasped, her back leaving the bed again as I continued to torture her nipple.
I pulled away slightly, seeing that it was now a deep red color. Beautiful. Just fucking perfect.
“I’ll take that as a no,” I whispered huskily before meeting her eyes. “But then again, there is always time for firsts.”
She could only stare at me, her chest moving up and down with each harsh breath. I smirked at her beautiful sensual expression, and my body moved lower.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as my mouth hovered over her pussy. It glistened with wetness. I trailed my finger up her slit and then showed her my wet finger.
“Is this your first time too?”
She gasped, her mouth falling open. “Another first, Maria.” Chuckling, I sucked the finger into my mouth, tasting her.
“Wet and sweet. But not wet enough,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “We will have to rectify that.”
With wide eyes, she watched me dip my finger to her core again. My thumb circled her tiny nub, and she let out a strangled cry, her head falling back against the pillow.
She squirmed under my touch, her hips moving of their own accord. Her body was begging me.
Her moans told me yes.
So I gave her what we both wanted.
She cried out when my mouth covered her core. Her hips bucked upward, her fingers tugging harder at my hair.
I placed a hand over her stomach, pressing down and stopping her movement. Holding her immobile for every torturous swirl of my tongue.
I licked her from top to bottom, tonguing her wetness like a starving man. The sweetest I ever had. I sucked her clit, my teeth slightly grazing.
Her legs opened wider for me, and I smirked against her quivering wetness. I dragged another moan from her, loving her breathless sounds
I traced different patterns, creating a road map with my tongue. She fucking loved it and begged for me.
“Please.”
A soft whisper I almost missed.
Her body was tight as a bow-string, waiting for me to give her the release she desperately wanted.
My fingers spread her lips as my tongue coaxed her hard nub. It hardened under my ruthless attack. She creamed more, and I licked it up.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Angel. I could have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and I would be a happy man,” I rasped against her inner thigh.
Her nails dug into my neck, and I returned my lips to where she wanted me.
I slipped a finger inside her, just the tip. My gaze moved upward as I gauged her reaction.
Her head was thrown back in desire, her eyes pinched closed. I pushed just a little deeper as her thighs trembled. She was tight as I slipped my finger out and pushed the tip in again.