Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I’m already getting up on my knees, sliding out of my thong, working it over my legs and feet while he lies on his back and unzips his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs. I pull them off all the way before taking a few strokes with my fist. “Up here,” he urges, crooking one finger to beckon me. “Just relax. Bring yourself up here and sit.”
“Like, really sit?” I find it hard to believe, even as my juices flow, and my body gets hotter, and I want very much to do exactly what he’s saying. But it’s still a little nerve-wracking.
That is, until he takes me by the hips and pulls me down hard. My surprised yelp turns to a long moan once his tongue slides through my slit. He doesn’t waste any time burying his face in me, and at first, I’m too distracted by the heat, the tension that keeps building, that I forget to lean forward and take him in my mouth.
When I do, and he moans, the vibrations run through me and make me bear down on him. He twitches in my mouth, his salty precum coating my tongue. All I want is to make him feel good, to give him what he’s giving me by massaging my clit with his tongue, working it deep inside me, grunting and growling and showing me how much he loves it. That’s what makes it so good. That he loves it. That he loves the taste of me.
My head moves up and down as I work him, using my hand to cover what my mouth can’t take. When his thumb starts circling my asshole, it’s all too much, and I let go, lifting my head so I can shout out the pleasure racing through me, making me shatter in the best way. So good, and it doesn’t stop—because he doesn’t stop, holding me down, lapping up every drop of me while I tremble and gasp for air.
Finally, he lifts me away from his face with a long, deep grunt. “On your hands and knees,” he orders, and I waste no time doing what he says. I know it will be worth it. It always is.
There’s only a second or two of him dragging his head through my folds before he slides deep inside, claiming me all at once. He rocks me forward with the force of his stroke but pulls me back with his hands on my hips, making me moan. “So good,” I whimper, leaning on my forearms, working against him. He responds with a slap against my ass and a deeper stroke, harder.
“And what about this?” The next thing I know, there’s something wet against my asshole. His thumb. He presses it tight against me, teasing, close to sliding it inside while my nerves sizzle and tingle.
“That’s good,” I moan. Everything he does is so good.
I hear him spit, feel it hit my crack, and a shudder of pure bliss rolls through me when he pushes inside. I’m on fire, completely engulfed, completely his.
“So fucking tight,” he pants, fucking me with his dick and his thumb, pulling me against him with the other hand on my hip. Using me, letting me use him, until finally there’s nothing to do but come again.
There is nothing like giving in, letting the rush take over. My entire body tenses in the last heartbeat before the wave crashes and covers me, sending me deep into sweet, blissful darkness.
Still, I can hear him over the rush of blood in my ears. “Fuck… yes, yes, you’re gonna make me come…” he pants, moaning, before letting go inside me.
There has never been anything as good as this. Feeling so free, so alive, connected. I almost never want to come back from this exquisite pleasure, falling on my side while he falls next to me. I quickly curl up next to him, wrapping his arm around me before I rest my head on his chest. This is the best part, when he holds me and makes me feel safe while I tremble, and his heart pounds under my ear.
Once he catches his breath, he murmurs, “We can cross the bedroom off the list of rooms to Christen. One down, the rest of the house to go.”
“This is our home.” The more I say it, the better it sounds. “Do you think we could have a housewarming party?”
He pries one eye open, smirking at me. “Let’s maybe wait until we have furniture first.”
“When can we do that? When can we start looking?”
“One thing at a time.” He laughs indulgently, stroking my hair before pulling me against his chest for a hug. “I just went soft, and you’re still twitching.”
“So?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
He laughs before touching his lips to my forehead. “Don’t you want to, like, look at pictures and stuff? Get an idea of what you want?”