Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Her eyes grew wide when I reached for the bottom hem of her shirt, and it turned me on to no end to watch the heave of her chest grow. I’d waited to see her beautiful tits for so long. Now that the time had finally come, I wanted to memorize every change in her breath, every sound she made, so I’d know what she liked.
I lifted the fabric up to her navel and dipped my head to lick around her belly button before nibbling my way to one side of her waist and then the other.
Looking up so I could watch her face, I found her beautiful, green-blue eyes had turned a deep ocean blue. They darkened when she was angry or turned on, and I was fucking thrilled to finally be seeing this color for the right reason again. I lifted her shirt a little higher, to just under her breastbone.
Going in for a gentle kiss, I said, “I looked up the definition of felt up.”
Her voice carried a mix of amusement and sarcasm, with a side of raspy arousal. “I didn’t realize felt up was in the dictionary.”
“I had to use Urban Dictionary.”
“Oh really? And what exactly did Urban Dictionary have to say?”
I ran my tongue along the skin at the bottom of her bra cup, tracing the shape of her breast. First one, then the other.
My lips vibrated on her skin as I spoke. “It said, felt up means to be touched on your private parts.”
Pulling back to lock eyes with her again, I ever-so-slowly raised her shirt higher, exposing her bra. It was nearly impossible, but I didn’t allow my eyes to drop down to take her in as I spoke. “Since it’s ambiguous as to what should be touching your private parts, I’m going to go with tongue.”
“And here I thought getting felt up meant a boy putting his hand under a girl’s sweat…” Her voice trailed off when I nuzzled my mouth into her beautiful cleavage and licked a line from breasts to neck.
Layla shifted from the way I’d pulled her across my lap to straddle me. The skirt she wore parted, and I could feel the heat of her warm pussy through the material of my pants and her underwear. I groaned and used my thumbs to push down the cups of her bra before dipping my head to take in a pebbled nipple. She was right there with me when I bit down, keeping the pert bud between my teeth as I tugged before releasing and moving to the other side. She cupped my cheeks as I sucked, scraping her nails along the outline of my jaw. My hips rose to thrust into her, let her feel what she was doing to me.
When she moaned my name, I nearly lost my mind. I’d wanted nothing more than to hear that sound for so long. Moaning. My name. Her breathing was ragged as she ground against me. I hadn’t planned on anything more than a make-out session and sucking on her gorgeous tits, but when she ground down against my rock-hard cock a second time, I realized she needed a release.
Yet I was afraid to push her too much, too fast. So I tested the waters, rubbing my thumb gently over the outside of her panties.
Fuck me.
They were soaked.
Shit started to snowball out of my control after that. I fisted a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth down to mine. Unlike the last time, I didn’t have to encourage her to open for me. Layla’s tongue slid inside my mouth with an eagerness that made me groan. Her shirt was still pulled up, and her tits were pressed against me so tightly that the hardness of her nipples against my chest—even through my shirt—felt like flint scraping against steel. Sparks were flying.
But it wasn’t enough; I needed to set her on fire.
Lifting her up ever so gently, I cupped her pussy with the palm of my hand. Even though she ground right into it, I still wanted to hear her say it.
“Tell me you want me to make you come.”
She started to respond, but her words were cut off by a gasp when my thumb pressed on her swollen clit through her slick panties. “Yes. Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Make me come,” she panted. “Please.”
I gripped her hip with my left hand, lifted the slightest bit, and ripped the fucking panties from her skin with my right. The sounds of my desperation made her moan again.
I may come before her without her even touching my cock.
When I slipped two fingers inside of her, her back arched. I used my other hand to fist her hair, and yanked it back to expose her neck. Sucking hard on her delicate skin, I wanted to leave a mark to remind her what it felt like to have me finger-fuck her.