Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Hot little pussy…
Bury my face…
“Oh God.” I gasp as his big hands drag me closer to the edge of the bed—to the brink. Palms spread me wider, holding me open as he lowers his face and licks me. Gio’s eyes slide closed as he goes to town on my pussy, lapping and sucking at me as if it were his new full-time job and I moan…
Groan.
Thrash my head, fingers grasping at the white comforter…
“Oh God…”
Gio moans deep in his chest as he eats me out—moaning like he’s dining out on the most delicious fucking thing he’s ever had and can’t get enough of it, his hips grinding against the edge of the bed where he’s kneeling to alleviate some of this own tension.
"I want you inside me," I whisper, pushing at his shoulders.
"Not yet," he says as he shakes his head.
“Please…” I want to be on top. Why is he making me beg?!
I want to sink down on top of you and take control so you lose control…
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gio
She’s begging me to fuck her.
Meanwhile I’m basically fucking the mattress.
I mean—twist my arm. What guy wouldn’t rather dump his load inside a pretty woman than on the duvet cover of his bed?
I’m flat on my back in the middle of my California king, condom on the pillow next to my head, and Austin's tits beckoning from above.
I cup them and play with her nipples, cock stiff, pressing into her ass crack as she rests on my stomach, pussy slowly gyrating in slow circles.
It’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess not to bury myself inside her—I feel like I’m losing my mind.
I lower my hands, pressing my thumb into her clit in small circles and she leans back to give me more access…
Her body is perfect for me.
Nice boobs.
Soft stomach.
An ass I want to pump into from behind, knowing I won’t snap her like a twig.
Austin leans forward, pressing a hand against my headboard and gripping it, raising herself above me…lining my dick up between her pussy and moving back and forth without taking me inside her.
It’s torture.
She’s practically panting.
“I could come like this.” She lets out a whimper. “I love your dick so much.”
Her hair falls over her shoulders, covering her nipples the briefest of moments and my fingers brush it back so I can look my fill.
I toy with her boobs as if they were my playthings…
Her breath hitches when I roll her nipples between my fingers, her hips stuttering in their rhythm.
“Jesus,” I rasp, my voice thick with need to thrust. My head falls back against the pillow as I stare up at her, chest heaving. “You’re killing me.”
Her head rolls to the side.
“I can’t stand it anymore.”
Neither can I.
The tension snaps, sharp and electric. My hand shoots out, grabbing the condom from the pillow beside me. The wrapper crinkles as I tear it open, my hands shaking just enough to slow me down.
“Hold on,” I mutter, reaching around Austin’s body to fumble with the condom, my fingers brushing against her soft, warm skin as I try to steady myself. “Shit.”
“Here, let me,” she whispers, her fingers pushing mine aside to take over. She rolls the condom over me with a deliberate slowness that has my teeth clenching and my vision blurring.
Sex brain.
That’s what this is.
Pure, primal, animalistic need overriding every logical thought in my head.
The desperation to fuck her.
Our contact is a spark to dry tinder.
My breath hitches as she sinks down, taking me inch by agonizing inch. The feeling is indescribable, her warm pussy, the tightness, the way her body molds to mine.
A groan rumbles in my chest, raw and guttural. “Holy fuck.”
So good.
Her head tilts back, a soft cry escaping her lips as her body adjusts to mine. For a moment, everything stills—the world narrowing to just this: her warmth surrounding me, her hands braced on my chest.
One gasp.
Another.
Austin lets out a mew and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard come out of another person and it drives me to the brink.
I moan so loud I’ll be embarrassed about it later.
“You like that?” she asks. It’s obviously a rhetorical question because obviously I fucking like it.
Am I a man?
“God, yes,” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow as I surrender completely. “Don’t stop.”
I swear to God I’m half in love.
Sex drunk.
That’s what this is….
My thighs begin shaking as she rides me, the pressure in my balls building to the point I feel out of control.
My body shakes.
Sweat builds on my forehead.
Her hand pushes against the headboard…bearing down…deeper…I’m buried to the hilt…moans…
For the briefest moment I wish I was back in college, in a cheap double bed with a cheap headboard, so we’d hear the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall—and so neighbors would hear us fucking.
I come to that thought.
My body jolts as a guttural moan tears from my throat, and I come hard, spilling into the condom. The release is blinding, my grip on her hips tightening as I ride the wave, every muscle in my body tensing and then giving way all at once.