Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
As I suck, her hips buck up against mine so hard I feel her clit grind against my stomach. My cock pulses as a long, desperate moan leaves her mouth and her fingers spear into my shoulders and pull.
I move to her other nipple and repeat slowly, sucking until the peak is swollen between my lips, then flicking it with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me.
Her thighs open and close around my hips. Her body is begging in a language she’s yet to learn.
I kiss down her stomach, past her belly button and along the crease of her hip, stretching out the moment before the final destination.
Her body goes rigid, every muscle taut. I look up and find her propped up on her elbows, watching me wide-eyed, with an expression that is both desperate and terrified.
“No one has ever put their mouth on you here, have they?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
Still, I swell inside when she shakes her head, her cheeks red like roses.
More primal urges howl within me.
I’ll be her first. This mouth that has lied and threatened will be the first to taste her.
Me.
Mine.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her. It’s a command—soft but still a command.
Her thighs are hesitating, but after a moment, she lets them fall apart…slowly…until finally, the sight of her—
Jesus…
Her pussy is pink and swollen and glistening, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs with a thin, shiny film. The scent of her fills my lungs—hot with an intoxicating, sweet musk.
My cock throbs so hard against the mattress that I groan hard and long before I can stop myself. She’s beyond perfection, flushed and wet, presenting me with the part of herself she’s never given to anyone. The weight of that trust falls on me and mixes with my hunger, filling me with a lust I can’t hold back.
I lower my mouth, and with one long, slow stroke of my tongue, I lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. And the sound she makes—a startled, blissful cry as her hips lift clean off the bed—almost has me coming in my pants.
Using my forearms, I pin her hips down and eat her.
That’s the only way to describe it. I devour her pussy with my mouth, learning what makes her gasp and shake—what makes her snatch the sheets and pull.
I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she mewls. I suck it gently between my lips, and a moan tears from her lips that echoes off my barren walls.
As a test, I slide the tip of my finger inside her, very slowly. She’s so fucking tight, and her walls clench around me like a fist of damp silk.
“Oh my God, Chris. Oh my God—”
She goes off like a tiny little firework, spilling slick arousal all over my lips and onto my tongue. Christ, she tastes incredible. I watch as her eyes clamp shut and her body quivers, knowing she’s going to want this more and more and more.
And I’m going to give it to her.
My cock is in agony, straining against my pants, leaking pre-cum, desperate for what my finger is feeling. The way she’s looking at me now—dazed, glowing, eyes beaming with desire.
No one has ever looked at me like that. And I’m not about to deny myself any longer. Something I never thought I would feel enters my mind.
I want to breed this woman.
It’s what she deserves. What she’s built for. What she’s asking for.
I rise to my knees and tug my belt free. She watches my hands as I undo my pants and push them down, along with my briefs. My cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip dripping, and her lips part with a soft breath.
She stares at me. At it. My size registers with awe in her expression, followed by a flicker of trepidation.
“Chris,” she says, her voice tinged with concern. “I-I have to tell you something.”
Her eyes are worried as she looks up at me, like whatever she’s about to say might have me running for the hills. If she was anyone else, I’d think she was about to confess that she was an undercover agent.
“It’s okay. You can say it,” I tell her.
Her neck moves as she swallows hard, glistening with a thin layer of perspiration. “I-I’ve never had a boyfriend before…I’m a virgin.”
The words come out like a statement of guilt. Like she’s a sinner and I’m a pastor taking her confession. What she doesn’t realize, is she’s blessing me with her admission.
She’s even more innocent than I thought. “Don’t worry about that, Avery. I’ll take it nice and slow.”
Her lips part, as though she can’t believe what I’m saying. “Wait, that—that doesn’t bother you?”
I stroke my shaft once, coating it with my pre-cum, then settle in between her hot thighs. “Does being the one and only man to sample your untouched pussy bother me? No, baby. It does not.”