Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
I want to tease her, make her squirm. Prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, pinker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.
“Oh god,” Marina whimpers, her hands running through my hair and tugging on the ends. My eyes close, loving that dose of pain. I want her to do it harder but right now, this is about her.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you need.”
She takes in a deep breath, like she’s readying herself to tell me, then grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Harder.” She hesitates, her voice lowers and shakes. “S-suck.”
I smile at how brave she’s being when I know all of this is so new to her. Then I do as she says, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth. She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones. The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, and all my thoughts are being stolen, directed to my very need to be inside of her.
But I wait. She’s bound to be sore after last night.
I shuffle backward on the bed until my head is between her legs and then start lapping her up, my tongue sliding over her from cunt to clit, luxuriously slow. The way she tastes, smells, feels—I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill. I’m loving this as much as she is.
And I know she is. The longer I lick her, the harder the pressure of my tongue, the louder her moans, the more she bucks her hips up into my mouth. When I finally suck her clit between my lips, sliding a few fingers into her cunt at the same time, she comes hard.
“Fuck!” she yelps, “Oh god. Oh god, Laz. Laz.” Her voice trails off into moans that shake me to my core. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, her body trembling beneath me, throbbing against my tongue. She’s becoming undone.
But I’m not done yet.
I’m only getting started.
With borderline desperation, I grab the base of my cock and straighten up, gripping her hips, the covers falling back behind me. Sitting back on my knees, I thrust into her, barely able to control myself.
She feels so good. A silky, tight fist that won’t let go.
She cries out, her eyes widening, but I can’t help it. There’s no time to do this gently. There is a fire raging inside me and only she can douse the flames.
I take a firm grip of her thighs, my hands sinking into her soft, smooth flesh, and hold her legs back while I pull out then push myself in again. She’s watching my cock slide in and out of her, and I’m watching too, crazed by the raw, primal sight of our bodies giving each other pleasure and how we fit so perfectly. Darkness against all this sunshine. Who would have thought that this moment, this us, could have ever happened?
“Does that feel good?” I manage to ask, my voice breaking as the pleasure floods over me. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she says softly, staring up at me. There’s a quietness in her eyes, a peace that I know too well. That same peace lulled me to sleep last night. “I love the feel of you inside me.”
Good thing she didn’t say cock. I’m not going to last long as it is.
I push into her further, slowly moving back out. Slow, slow. Warm. Slick. This feels so good without a condom, it makes my hair stand on end.
“Please don’t stop,” she says. Her voice is raspy, quiet, and so disarmingly beautiful when I’m turning her on. I could do this until my dying day, just this endless give and take, this exquisite pleasure I get from seeing her features soften, her body responds to me like she’s answering questions I didn’t know I asked.
I don’t stop, but I need to change it up if I want to keep going.
“Lift up,” I whisper to her, briefly pulling out and putting my hand beneath her left cheek, rolling her until she’s on her side. I grab her leg, admiring the soft curves of her thigh as she straightens her leg against my body. With my grip on her thigh, I slowly push myself in and out of her, sliding in even deeper than before. I’m hitting a sweet spot, and her mouth is falling open while her eyes pinch closed. She’s soft and aimless as my thrusts become quicker, and I’m reveling in the look of her beneath me.