Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Cassius.” My eyes are half-lidded, and I dig my fingers into his hair, my breathing hard, heart pounding. “Your tongue feels amazing.”
He pauses to grin up at me, catching my eye. There’s something so damn hot about watching him between my thighs, that sexy smirk on his lips. “You taste so good, I could eat you out all day, Manila.”
“Don’t tease a girl,” I whisper, tangling my fingers deeper in his thick, dark hair.
“What’s the matter?” he asks. Then, quick as a flash, his tongue lashes across my clit in a long, slow stroke. My whole body goes electric—my hips rise off the couch again, and my eyes flutter shut as I moan in response. I felt that shock in every inch of my body, all the way down to my toes.
I want more.
But he draws back again, grinning once more. “Don’t you like being teased?”
I swallow hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. “It’s not bad…” I admit, slowly, carefully. My eyes lock on his again. “But I want to come for you.”
That seems to be the answer he needed to hear. He lowers his face between my legs again, one hand gripping my ass hard, the other spreading my pussy lips wide open, his fingers teasing my bare, exposed pussy. Then his tongue delves into me, deep as he can, and curls against the inner wall of my pussy. I cry out faintly, in pleasure this time, as he licks at my walls, taking control of my pleasure, tasting every inch of me. He’s messy about it, lapping at me and sliding his tongue in deep. I can feel my juices drip down across my ass, but he licks them up, then circles higher to flick the tip of his tongue over my clit.
My body jolts again, still on fire, nerves poised for release. He flattens his tongue and starts to eat me out in earnest, raking his long, flat tongue along my clit in careful, strong strokes. Before long, I’m right back at the edge, shaking.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasp, my hands clenching in his hair, legs quivering against his cheeks.
He licks harder, faster, and my back arches of its own volition as the orgasm hits me. I shout something, loud and long, though I have no idea what. My body is on another plane from my mind, which explodes with sheer ecstasy. When I come to again, my body is still shaking, my pussy twitching as Cassius licks between my lips, slides his tongue into my pussy, sucks up every drop of my cum.
Before I know it, I’m gasping again, my clit still thick and swollen. This time it only takes a couple of slow laps of his tongue across the edge of my clit to make me come, screaming a second time, shouting his name as I writhe against the couch.
I think he’s done when he sits up to grin down at me, his chin still wet with my cum. But he’s only getting started.
He slides two fingers deep inside my pussy, strokes against my front wall. I’m sensitive from the orgasms, but that only makes it easier for me to come from his fingers massaging my G-spot. I swear under my breath as another orgasm takes me, and my legs go limp over his shoulders.
He just bends between my thighs again, this time concentrating on licking just around my clit, not quite touching the over-sensitive spot. I’ve never come this many times in a row—I didn’t even know I could—but moments later, I’m arching my back again, groaning, and another sharp spike of pleasure sears through me.
I lose track of how many times he makes me come. At least a couple more times, maybe more, but I was nearly blacking out by then, the sensations were so intense.
Finally, he kisses my inner thigh and slides back up along my body, until we’re face-to-face. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue, sweet and a little salty. It’s sexy as hell, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down hard against me.
He breaks the kiss, laughing gently as he gazes down at me, those gray eyes of his still full of lust and desire. “Still want more?” he asks, clicking his tongue. “You’re insatiable, Manila.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I lock eyes with him. “I want you inside of me.”
He slows down at that. Gazes into my eyes for another few seconds, before he reaches down and pushes his own jeans off his hips. All the while, we keep our eyes locked, and that frank, yearning gaze of his makes me feel more naked than ever.
When he drops his boxers, though, I can’t resist looking down.
Wow.
His cock is hard as a rock, smooth as velvet, and big. Very big. Can I even take a cock like his?