Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she said and closed her eyes, thrusting her chest out. The music was loud, and the talking and laughing, groaning and breathing from couples so close she could practically smell the sex coming from them, filled Lauren’s head.
“No, open your eyes and look at me. I want you right here with me.”
She did as he said, but found the simple act so hard to accomplish, especially when he went back to running his tongue over her lips, and pressing her hand more firmly on his dick. “I really need you, Ace.”
He groaned against her mouth, and in the next second was squeezing the mounds of her ass like he owned them. But she knew that at this moment he did own them, and every other part of her body.
“I can’t count the number of times I’ve looked at your mouth and imagined your plump and pink lips wrapped around my dick.” He pushed her hand away, and she felt him grip himself. He ran the tip of his dick over her slit, up and down, up and down. It was erotic torture.
She added pressure to his shoulders until he was forced to take a step back. Going to the ground she immediately went to her knees, wanting to do this, needing to. Lauren’s throat tightened, not from fear or nervousness, but from extreme desire. She clenched her thighs together, she hoped, to stop the flow of moisture that was leaving her at an embarrassingly quick rate. Beads of sweat lined the length of her spine and her temples, yet it wasn’t hot outside. She was just overly aroused.
He reached out and ran his thumb along her bottom lip, and gently pulled her flesh down. His lips parted as he watched the act, and when he let go of her just as gently, it was to place his hand on her shoulder. “Good God, baby. Seeing you like this, on your knees and looking up at me, ready to suck my dick…” A shiver wracked his whole body.
His shaft was hard and pointing right at her face, and being this close showed the prominent veins that lined the length. Ace’s cock was a work of fucking art. His balls were big and hung right below his shaft, pulled out through the flap of his underwear and hanging down over the fly of his jeans. Not thinking and just acting, she lifted her hand and cupped the heavy weight of his balls. The sound he made seemed pained, and she quickly looked up but saw he had his eyes closed and this look of ecstasy on his face.
“So good, Lauren,” he whispered, probably still mindful of the people. But Lauren didn’t care. She would have still done this even if those people were watching. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Now suck my cock, Poppy.”
She opened her mouth but kept her gaze with his. When the tip of his erection brushed along her lips he made another gruff noise and moved his hand behind her head so he could grab a chunk of her hair. He pulled her further toward his cock until she was forced to take half of it in her mouth. Mouth stretched wide and lips wrapped fully around his length, Lauren felt her eyes water at the sheer size of him.
He filled her completely, and that brought on a plethora of images concerning him trying to push his cock into her pussy. His flavor was salty and musky, but there was this potency about him that had her moving her tongue along the crown of his erection and licking away the pre-cum that spilled from the hole at the tip.
“That’s it.” He grunted out those two words. “Christ, baby, that is so fucking it, Poppy.” He groaned and tugged at her hair until pleasure and pain coalesced with each other.
She sucked as much as she could into her mouth, feeling like she couldn’t get enough, even when the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Lauren wanted more, wanted everything he had to give her. What she couldn’t reach with her mouth she got with her hand. She rubbed and stroked the root of his dick at the same time she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on him like her life depended on it. He never once let go of her hair, and in fact seemed to grow more manic with each passing second.
The sound of people coming closer, so close that she heard them breathing, heard the dirty things the man said to the woman, only seemed to heighten her arousal. Soon he was thrusting his hips forward and retreating.
Back and forth. In and out, and all she could do was hold onto his thickly muscled thigh with her hand, curl her nails into the denim, and suck his cock like she was starving for him.