Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Her eyelids fly open as intensity brews in her blue eyes, and she jerks her head in a tight nod. “Yes.”
“Good.”
I press a finger deep inside her drenched entrance. “Does your pussy need to be eaten?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it needs.”
I give her a few slow pumps with my finger before withdrawing and lowering my face to her core. By now she’s dripping.
With my gaze fastened to hers, I run the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit, licking up all the cream before circling the piercing with my tongue.
“You’ve made a real mess. All this sticky honey everywhere.”
“It’s your fault. You turn me on and make me that way.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” A growl rumbles up from somewhere deep inside me as I lap her shuddering softness.
When she squirms, I wrap my hands around her inner thighs to hold her in place. This is exactly how I like her. The only thing better would be if she were pinned to the mattress with my cock.
“Please, Hayes… I need more.”
I circle her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue. When her muscles tighten, I realize how close she is to finding her release. And I love that too. How easy it is to bring her to the precipice. Instead of allowing her to come, I pull back and leave her hanging.
A garbled protest catches in her throat.
Before she can ask any questions, I flip her over and drag her to the edge of the bed. “On your knees, baby girl.”
She lies there, breathing hard. I slap one firm ass cheek and then the other. The resounding cracks shatter the silence of the room. With a squeak, she scrambles to do my bidding.
I rise to my feet and take up my position behind her. I massage her ass cheeks, tugging and stretching the rounded flesh. My palm settles between her shoulder blades as I press her chest to the mattress until it becomes necessary for her to turn her head so the side of her face rests against the navy comforter.
My gaze flicks to her backside.
“Spread your legs wider. I want to see both of those pretty holes.”
Even though her breath catches, she does exactly as I ask.
She’s so damn beautiful.
And mine.
Whether she understands it or not, this girl now belongs to me.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
The tips of my fingers caress her pussy. Even though I lapped up all her cream minutes ago, she’s already soaked again. I continue stroking her flesh, gathering up her arousal before sliding my hand upward until one finger can settle over her tight little rosebud. Her body stills and her breath hitches. I watch her closely while massaging the puckered ring of muscle.
“Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Yes.”
“If there’s something you don’t like, it’s important that you tell me. All right? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Her teeth scrape across her plump lower lip.
I press my face against her pussy and tongue it until her legs are shaking.
My warm breath whispers across her drenched flesh. “There’s no judgment here. I want to give you everything you crave. Everything you need. I can’t do that unless you’re honest with me.”
“I like what you’re doing. It’s been a really long time since anyone played with my body like this, and I miss it. But there’s a part of me that feels bad for enjoying it. Like maybe Nathan saw something depraved in me.”
“He couldn’t possibly have known that. Your sexual preferences are what you enjoy, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You need to let go of your guilt and simply embrace what turns your body on.”
My teeth scrape across the curve of her ass cheek before I press my finger deeper inside her body. Her breathing picks up tempo as I advance and then withdraw, gradually falling into a steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her muscles relax around the foreign intrusion.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?”
“It feels amazing,” she says on a breathless sigh.
I fucking hate her coach for what he did to her. The ideas he drilled into her head. The way he made her feel guilty for enjoying the things he introduced her to. It’s so damn twisted.
This girl should be worshipped.
More than that, she deserves every bit of pleasure she craves.
And from now on, I’ll be the one who showers her with it. And I’ll never make her feel bad or guilty for enjoying it.
When I remove my finger, a whimper trembles on her lips. I pull her cheeks apart to inspect her perfect rosebud. She has such a tiny gape.
“You really are gorgeous.”
I massage both cheeks as I lean forward and lick her pretty little back hole.
When the tip of my tongue slips inside, she releases a soft moan, but she doesn’t try to escape the intimacy. Instead, she strains closer.