Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I felt no shame. Not one tiny bit of shame.
There was something extra decadent and dirty about him taking me from behind. Without him asking, I spread my legs even wider, allowing him to get his head deeper in. All I wanted to do was to ride him, and as soon as he took my soaking wet cleft in his mouth, I lowered my knees and did as I wanted. I rode his mouth and tongue as he continued to suck hard against my sex, stroking and licking. By the time he stopped to take a breath, my legs had already begun to shake. I was going to come without any shame, without any reservations, and it was going to be right in his mouth, against his face.
"Go faster," he instructed.
Maybe it was this command or the way he had licked so deeply into my pussy, but in that moment, I lost my head. I rode him without mercy, chasing the pleasure, chasing the insanity, and being as inconsiderate as I could possibly be with his tongue and mouth.
My excuse was that he had done the exact same thing to me when I’d sucked his cock. He had held my head and thrust his dick down my throat, and I had taken it without any complaints. I’d even enjoyed every moment of it, and so far, it seemed as if my pleasure was everything to him. As his was to me when I was pleasuring him.
I marveled at the fact that we were almost strangers. It felt as though I’d known him for ages, as though we were a couple already completely in tune with each other and possessing the knowledge of how to bring the other to their knees.
It made me doubt if I’d ever find this kind of deep connection with anyone else. Neither Kelly, Pearl or Natalie had ever spoken of this level of instinctive bodily communication.
"Cole …" I cried hoarsely. The woods and the mountains beyond had become a blur, and my legs felt so incredibly weak I had to hold on tightly to the window ledge. My entire body seemed to be stuttering like an engine, jerking, clenching hard … I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn’t. Tried to slow my speed as I rode his face, but I was already gone.
“Cole! Oh my God!” I gasped as the orgasm threw me over the edge. My hand instantly flew to my mouth because, obviously, I had to be quiet. I couldn’t let anyone hear us. But even muffled my scream was loud. I felt incredibly fierce. I couldn’t control my volume. I knew then that this had been a terrible idea, but there was nothing I could do.
I heard my voice resound across the room, filthy curses and moans echoing endlessly. I tried, I truly tried, but all my strength and will was worth nothing as I came hard.
My juices gushed out of me, spilling down my thighs, and running into his greedy mouth. He kissed me. I couldn’t even tell if he had been the one to turn my head, or if I had searched for his lips, but the second our lips sealed together, nothing mattered.
I tasted myself on his lips. This intensity of sharing was so fucking intimate, I wanted to belong to him. In every single way, body, mind, and soul. At that moment I was completely owned. It was a level of possession and safety I’d never experienced before. My cries and whimpers disappeared into his mouth just as he had intended.
I thought he was done, but he wasn’t. Not by a long shot.
He curled his arm under my waist and lifted me up until the heels of my feet left the floor. I was balancing on my toes like a ballerina.
“Fuck!” I swore breathlessly.
He smiled against my cheek. “I love how foul-mouthed you can get when the going gets rough.”
I didn’t know how to respond to this, partly because his long fingers had slid into the slickness of my folds, and the pad of his thumb was rubbing circles around my ultra-sensitive clit. I basked in the pleasure. He was going to leave me in a puddle of my own cream for the second time in minutes, and I was completely powerless to stop it.
His fingers found their way inside of me and began to thrust. At first, his pace was leisurely, but slowly he upped his speed alternating between rubbing my clit and finger fucking me. I was ready to come all over him again.
He was so in tune with my body that he knew just how fast to go and when to slow down. In this way, he delayed my climax and kept me at the edge. It seemed as though he would alternate this way forever. Slow then fast, bringing me to the brink and then calming me down.