Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Basically, those jeans were worth their weight in gold .
He pulled them off and retied me. He ran his fingertip over my panties, which he had not removed. I’d changed quickly back at the house and these were just plain old white cotton. I knew without a doubt he was going to remove those with the scissors, though I wasn’t sure when .
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Think you can be a good girl for this t-shirt ?”
I nodded again and he smiled .
“I was kind of looking forward to cutting something off of you .”
I shook my head. I liked this t-shirt, though I wouldn’t be gutted if he cut it off me. Still, I was practical by nature, so ruining a perfectly good top went against my better judgement .
I had mouths to feed, after all .
He untied one arm and pulled my shirt up and over it, and then over my head. I was wearing half a shirt now. He retied my arm and went to the other side of the bed, untying and retying me as soon as the shirt was off. I didn’t even have a chance to reach for my gag, he was that fast .
I watched as he neatly folded my clothes and set them on the dresser across the room. Then he lit a candle on each of the bedside tables and turned off the light .
Huh. Not what I was expecting. It was romantic. Kinky and unexpected, but romantic .
I watched as he shrugged out of his shirt and jeans and stood there in his shorts. His muscles practically glowed in the candlelight. He was ridiculously good looking from head to toe .
I stared at him hungrily. He had on boxer briefs, which I loved. They held his huge and fully erect cock firmly, clearly outlined. It was hard to tear my eyes away from it where it was pressing eagerly against the fabric .
I’m not gonna lie. It looked delicious. If I hadn’t been gagged, I would have been licking my lips in anticipation .
He caught me looking and smiled .
“You like what you see ?”
I nodded breathlessly. There was no point in lying. I did like what I saw. I liked it a lot .
I loved it .
“Me too, Becks. You look good enough to eat. In fact …”
He let his eyes wander up and down my prone body. I shivered, even though it wasn’t cold. I was instantly aroused, not that it was exactly surprising .
It didn’t take much with Whiskey around .
He took the scissors and cut my panties away. I gasped as the cool air hit my body. I was already really, really warm .
And wet from the feel of it .
He took an ice chip and put it his mouth. Then he leaned down and settled between my spread thighs .
“Bruh uh yuh duhuh ?”
Translation: what are you doing ?
Whiskey paid me no mind. Just stuck out his icy-cold tongue and dragged it up and down my lady parts .
Oh my .
I was utterly helpless as he teased me mercilessly for what felt like an hour. He traced the outside of my pussy again and again, using the lightest touch. He flicked his tongue against my clit just enough to get me close, then stopped and moved on to something else .
A nibble here, a bite there. He was driving me slowly insane with his fingers and mouth .
He brought me to the edge again and again until I could barely think .
Then he stopped. He crossed the room and picked up a bottle whipped cream. I barely noticed though. I was too busy staring at the monster in his shorts .
He cut my bra away and held up the nozzle .
“I’m in the mood for a little snack .”
The whipped cream felt so good as he sprayed it all over my breasts and then between my thighs. I looked down at my body in surprise. It was a whipped cream bikini. He’d given me a bikini !
He started licking me clean with his wickedly hot tongue. He was in no rush, switching from breast to breast, then burying his face between my thighs. I was practically weeping twenty minutes later, and he showed no signs of stopping .
Begging through the gag wasn’t working. Neither was raising my hips to get his tongue to push harder, or achieve more friction .
I realized something in that moment .
I realized that Whiskey was not going to let me come .
“Buhguh !”
Chapter Thirty -Five
Janet
“S leep tight my little angels .”
A low laugh from behind me made me turn .
“Angels? I think they are from someplace a little warmer .”
I smiled at my beautiful husband. The man was perfect. Huge and craggy and rough around the edges .
And, most importantly , mine .