Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“I’ll bet.” He drags his tongue over his lips. My insides quiver with desire as if I didn’t just come moments ago.
“What about you?” I ask, sitting up. My robe is useless with the way the two halves are spread. Still, the way JW is looking at me, I become bolder, wiggling my arms out of the robe and sitting up until I’m on my knees.
“What about me, Maeve?” It really isn’t fair how ruggedly handsome he is. Chocolate-brown hair, sapphire-blue eyes, a day or so worth of facial hair, and lips that I really want to feel all over my body.
“It’s only fair that you get off, too.” My hands drop to the mattress as a sexual prowess comes over me. Who in the world am I, and what has JW done to make me feel this alive?
“Only way I’m coming, baby girl, is with your lips wrapped around my dick.” I let out a whimper. “You want that, don’t you?” He isn’t looking for a response. He’s watching and waiting. I move closer, crawling down the bed toward him, “Fuck, yeah, you do.”
This time, it’s me licking my lips, excited to make him feel a tenth of how I did. JW’s hand grips the back of his neck, pulling the white cotton shirt over his head. I moan in delight on seeing his stomach and trailing upwards to his chest. God, I want to feel him against my body with nothing but bare skin.
“Come ‘ere, crawl closer,” he elaborates as his thick fingers move to the button on his jeans. I may have had an inkling of what JW was packing, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for seeing his cock with my own eyes. Joseph William Johnson goes commando. His fat mushroom-shaped head is what I see first, followed by his length. How he’s going to fit inside me, girth and length, I’m either lucky or going to be walking bowlegged.
“Umm…” I’m left speechless yet again. He maneuvers his jeans so they're out of the way while keeping them on.
“Hands on my thighs, baby girl. I’m going to guide you the entire time.” I no sooner press the palm of my hands to the tops of his thighs than I feel his hand at the back of my head. But he doesn’t pull me or shove me down, thankfully. That would be mortifying since I’m lacking in the experience department. Instead, he massages the base of my neck while slowly pulling me closer. “Mouth open. I’m going to feed my dick to you, and you’re going to wrap your pretty mouth around my length and let me do the work.”
True to his words, he guides his length into my open mouth. I wait for the next step. Meanwhile, my eyes are open, up front and personal with his powerful muscles, watching them clench as he moves me closer to the tip of his cock.
“Want to feel your tongue, Mae. Lick me, get me nice and wet.” JW’s desire heightens my own. I’m doing exactly as he says. My tongue sweeps along his head, gathering the precum to taste. A groan reverberates through my small bedroom, and I shift my hips in order to relieve the ache that's building between my legs.
“Hmm,” I hum while continuing my path down the underside of his length before sliding back up, swirling my tongue along his head and going back for more.
“Wrap your lips around my head and hold still,” he directs. His hips lift upward as he presses gently down at the base of my skull, feeding me one devastating inch at a time. I’m thankful he’s being careful, but really, I wouldn’t mind him moving the pace up a smidge. Still, I remain where I’m at, fingers digging into his jeans-covered thighs, my own thighs pressing together, and lowering my chest to find any semblance of relief. While I may still be innocent in some ways, I’m not above making myself come multiple times with my fingers or with the help of a toy.
JW quickens his pace, allowing me to bop up and down, suctioning my lips around his length, and on one particular downward path, he does the unexpected. While he’s been slow and steady, he’s now going faster and allowing me to do some of the work. I’m sure if he were to pull me off his cock right now, I’d be a mess of saliva dripping down my chin and neck, cheeks red with a flush deeper than ever, and my breathing would be more than erratic. I’d probably also climb up his body to plant myself in his lap, begging and pleading to get me off while he does the same.
“Just like that, baby girl. Suck daddy’s cock.” My eyes find his, locking in on one another’s. The expression on his face has me more excited, pure and unadulterated lust. He isn’t shying away from how he feels. I’m not going to either. There’s no shame when a man and woman find something they enjoy. And boy, do I enjoy every single thing JW has done with me thus far. I close my eyes and suck his length all the way to the back of my throat, trying to relax and not gag.