Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I mash it with my pussy.
“So impatient,” he murmurs against my drenched pussy lips before he spears his tongue between the delicate lines and pokes it inside me.
He eats me like he will never grow tired of my taste while bombarding me with a ton of praise. He tells me I taste like heaven, that he knew no one would ever taste as good as me, so he never gave them the chance to prove him wrong. He eats me like he’s starved, and I can’t get enough.
I rock against his mouth and murmur his praises like there aren’t hundreds of people just feet from our hookup location. Mikhail’s talents at giving head make my vision hazy and my stomach quiver in anticipation of what is still to come.
Within minutes, an intense orgasm builds low in my core. I’m so close to falling that my body stills in preparation for the battle it is about to endure.
My zombie-like state doubles Mikhail’s efforts. He licks me, fucks me with his fingers, and grazes my clit with his teeth, lips, and nose until I thrash against the sofa like I’m possessed.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, an orgasm rips through my body so hard and fast stars form in front of my eyes.
I can’t stop screaming.
Can’t stop coming.
Can’t. Catch. My. Damn. Breath.
My climax is the longest I’ve ever had, and it sucks everything out of me.
Lust clouds my head so ruefully that it takes several lengthy blinks for my brain to register the enticing visual in front of me. Mikhail’s trousers have slipped down his thick thighs, and he’s fisting his fat cock. The veins of his impressive manhood are throbbing, and its cut head is glistening with pre-cum. He’s the thickest I’ve seen him, and I stare unashamedly, hungry and wanton.
With his eyes locked on my spent face, Mikhail does a long, determined stroke. My insides clench as a ferocious fire burns through me. I’ve never seen such a stimulating visual. The image of him stroking his cock while his other hand cleans up the mess I left on his face is panty-drenching. It re-sparks the fireworks not close to diminishing and has me more than ready for round two.
“Please,” I beg, my voice returned as hunger rips through me.
Smiling, Mikhail lengthens his strokes until a blob of salty goodness pools at the tip of his swollen knob. After returning his hand to the base, he jerks up his chin, encouraging my approach.
I pounce like a tigress protecting her cub. In under a second, I replace his hand at the base of his impressive cock with mine and slide my tongue over the slit at the top, tasting him again.
When his delicious flavors swamp my taste buds, I moan.
He tastes so good.
I squash my ear to the leather when he inches closer, and then open my mouth, wordlessly inviting him in. The corners of my mouth burn when he stuffs a handful of inches in, his patience as frayed as mine.
As he rocks his fat cock in and out of my mouth, his pace exceedingly calm considering the fire burning through his eyes, I maintain eye contact. I watch every expression crossing his deliriously handsome face and relish how at peace he appears to be.
It hurt when he admitted he had fucked the blonde, but this is a level of intimacy I am confident she never experienced with him.
It is too intimate, too special.
It is the weaving of two souls into one.
Mikhail’s hips buck when my tongue flicks the piercings down his shaft. The coolness of the metal sends spasms down my spine and increases the strength of my sucks. I take him deep in my throat, spurring on more pre-cum to leak from the crown.
As I suck, lick, and graze the head with my teeth, Mikhail guides his dick in and out of my mouth. He pushes in far enough for my eyes to bulge, but not far enough for me to gag. He’s not a fan of vomit—even the suggestion of it.
A moan vibrates on his knob when he returns his hand to my clit. He toys with it until my thighs are as shaky as his, and the veins feeding his magnificent cock work overtime.
“Fuck…” he groans, his grip at the base of his cock now more about calming the beast than enraging it.
His nostrils flare as an animalistic groan rolls up his chest when I slide my tongue over the sensitive slit in his cock, lapping up the droplets of his arousal. Then he increases the pressure on my clit. He rubs and strokes it in rhythm to my sucks, and within seconds, a familiar tightening sensation hits the lower half of my stomach.
My cheeks hollow from the pressure I apply during my next handful of sucks. I suck him faster. Greedily. I push him to the brink as his fingers do me, and I can’t get enough. I lick, pump, and suck him while watching him unravel before my eyes.