Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
And she’d picked the right man.
Her hands slipped underneath his shirt, feeling the hard abs that were strong as steel, and she slowly raised the shirt higher and higher until it was removed from his body entirely. Small palms planted against his chest, and she bit her bottom lip for a moment as his hands glided down, her eyes following the movements.
When she reached his jeans, she got them loose.
Her hands gripped his pants and slowly tugged them down, lifting her gaze to meet his, licking her lips like she couldn’t wait to get her lover naked so she could eat his dick like dessert.
As his bottoms fell, so did she.
On her knees with anxious eyes, she stared at the large dick that came free, stared at it like it was the cock she’d been praying for. “Fuck my mouth.” She gripped his hips as she pressed her face into his crotch, kissing his balls and giving them sexy swipes of her tongue.
He planted his feet farther apart and dug his hand into her hair, messing up all the pins that made her hairstyle so tidy and pretty. His fingers slid through the soft strands until he fisted it, gripped it like a lasso and she was a mare that needed to be saddled.
She sucked both balls into her mouth as she looked up at him, that dark lipstick getting all over his dick and balls. Popping sounds erupted as she sucked and released, her black nails clawing at his thighs like she wanted to swallow him whole.
When she dragged her tongue up his length, he released a moan he couldn’t suppress.
Because her mouth was the best he’d ever had—and he hadn’t even had her yet.
When her lips met the tip, she placed a kiss to the top, swiping her tongue to taste the precome that had oozed just for her since the moment he saw her sitting alone in that restaurant, staring at him like she wished he were the one on the menu.
With one hand still fisted in her hair, he pushed two fingers down on the base of his dick and guided his tip inside her mouth, watching him settle on her tongue like it was a landing strip for a Boeing jet.
“Fuck me hard…”
He closed his eyes for a moment as he slid inside, immediately surrounded by the perfect, warm mouth that would take his load of come whenever she had earned it. An unstoppable moan erupted from his throat when he slid all the way inside—and she took it.
She worked her neck forward and back, her saliva surrounding him and dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were up and locked on to his, as if getting fucked in the mouth by this airplane-sized dick was her fantasy even more than his.
He gripped her hair tightly and thrust inside her hard—just as she asked.
Saliva spilled everywhere, and she moaned through the thrusts, like the pleasure overcame the gag reflex she undoubtedly felt.
He breathed through the explosive pleasure in both his dick and balls, grunting because it felt so good to fuck her throat like it had an endless depth. He moaned at her struggle, grunted when the spit dripped to the floor and made a mark in the rug. His fingers yanked on her hair and kept her in place as he slammed his dick in over and over. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she said with a full mouth.
He stepped farther forward, getting his entire length inside her mouth. “It’s coming…”
She kept her eyes on the man who choked her with his dick, like she wanted nothing more than something else to choke on.
He exploded inside her throat, keeping her head in place…
I got my jeans loose and pulled down my boxers before I licked my palm. Then I jerked myself so hard, not caring about the fact that I would have to look this woman in the eye tomorrow, and brought myself a climax so potent it was like her mouth was really around my dick…and I came inside her.
Nineteen
Emerson
Derek left the lobby and approached the Escalade parked at the curb. He was in black jeans and a gray t-shirt, his attire so simple, but since his body was so muscular and tight underneath, he made the outfit look like it was on display at a fashion show—and he was the model. His short, dark hair was styled for the day, and as always, he had this intense look on his face, like he was mad or focused on something. The back windows were tinted so he couldn’t see me staring at him—just as I did every day.
It wasn’t like I didn’t score last night—with a good-looking guy.
He opened the back door and got inside. His safety belt was clicked into place, and then he opened his satchel.