Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I hiss a breath as she flicks her tongue against the head. The hiss deepens as she takes me in her mouth, licking the cum and polishing my cock clean. I flex my hips into her soft, warm mouth and will myself not to come. Not to lose control.
CHAPTER 19
Bianca
Watching Foxx struggle to maintain his composure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Considering that I don’t have a ton of experience in this department, I was a little nervous about how this night would go. Would I freeze up and become self-conscious? Would all the shit I’ve been talking come back to bite me in the ass? Would I fumble around or be really self-aware?
The only thing that’s happened thus far is that I’ve never felt as confident, pretty, or sexier than I do tonight.
I position myself between his knees. My chest rises and falls in time with his. We’re both anticipating what’s coming next.
“This is unreal,” he says, his eyes feral.
I palm his cock and gaze up at him, flicking my tongue against his swollen head. “What’s unreal?”
“Having you between my legs with my cock in your hand.”
“Would it be better if it was in my mouth?”
I pull him between my lips before he can respond. He hisses, his hips flexing instinctively.
“Fuck, Bianca.”
I suck the tip, then smile. “Yes, you will. But be patient.”
He chuckles mischievously until I take him in again, this time to the back of my throat. He throbs in my hand, swelling even more. The contrast between the hardness of his cock and the softness of my mouth is dizzying.
I worship every inch of him, licking the ridges and veins, the underside of his length. I lick and suck, taking my hand up and down him until his groans become a steady occurrence throughout the hotel room.
Knowing I have this effect on him is powerful. I suck the cum spilling over for me off the tip again, watching him react through my lashes.
He holds the sides of my head with both hands and flexes his hips, thrusting his cock down my throat. I struggle to keep up—to keep licking and pumping my fist, playing with his balls with my free hand.
But just as his balls tighten and a sting of saltiness tints my mouth, he pulls out.
I sit back on my heels, panting. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand like a true lady.
He stands, picking me up effortlessly, and then his mouth crashes against mine as he carries me to the bedroom. He nips my lip again before tossing me on the bed.
He makes quick work of ridding himself of his shirt, and I only get a quick glimpse of his solid pecs and chiseled abs before he digs his fingers into the waistband of my panties. They’re dragged roughly down my legs.
“Let me see that pretty little pussy,” he says, bringing my knees up and then spreading them to the sides.
I’m displayed for him. My wet, throbbing clit is there for the taking.
“I’m going to have so much fun with this.” He smiles, dipping a finger into my wetness. “You’re so damn ready.”
“Did you expect anything less?”
He chuckles. “Bianca, I never expect anything from you. You’re too unpredictable.”
“I can predict with total accuracy—ah!” I arch my back as he inserts a finger inside me. “If you touch me for long, I’ll come.”
He positions himself between my legs. “What if I …” He flicks my clit with his tongue. “What if I touch it with my tongue?”
“Same outcome.”
He blows across my flesh, making me shiver.
“Where is that cocky woman from before?” he asks, toying with me. “Where’s the woman who’s been begging to be fucked?”
“She’s still begging to be fucked. She’s just so worked up that words are hard.”
He laughs, lowering his face. The laughter fades as he takes a long, slow taste of my pussy.
My gosh, that feels good.
He takes his time as if he’s relishing the taste of my body. The sound of him sucking and licking rings through the room. I moan his name, threading my fingers through his hair and encouraging him to continue.
He adds a finger, then two, to the mix. They pump in and out as he watches me bask in the flood of sensations.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
I hum.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he says. “You have to tell me what you like. I want to know what my wife enjoys.”
He spreads me open, probing his tongue inside me.
“That … that feels good,” I say, struggling to form words.
He presses small circles over my clit as he continues to tongue my opening. The suckling noises, the scent of sex, the brackish taste still on my tongue are all too much.
My legs begin to shake.
I dig my fingers into his scalp as my whole body tenses.
The buildup is slow and steady. It’s delicious and divine. The warmth that accompanies the impending orgasm floods my veins, pooling in my already overstimulated pussy. And as he flicks, increasing the pressure on my tingling flesh, I fall apart.