Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Any preference? Savory or sweet?”
“Surprise me. I just like…”
When I trail off, in disbelief over what I was going to say out loud, she prods me. “You just like what?” I shake my head, my lips pressed in a line. “Eric, you can tell me anything. I mean…” She plays with a button on my shirt, murmuring, “Think of the secret I told you.”
That she’s obsessed with my come?
Like I could forget.
“I don’t know, the idea of you serving me food is just hot.” My voice is raspy, due to the subject matter. “It’s something a wife might do.”
Slowly, her eyes turn smoky, like maybe she’s sharing my thought process now, and color me relieved, because she could have easily called me sexist for making that revelation and I would have deserved it. “The idea of having a wife turns you on?”
“No. The idea of having you as my wife turns me on.”
Holy shit, I can’t believe she’s letting me talk marriage already and not getting freaked out. I swear she’s a fantasy and I’m going to wake up any minute.
“Go sit down at the table,” she says, giving me a light push in that direction.
I go. Happily.
In fact, I almost break the chair pulling it out so fast. Taking a seat, I watch her move to the refrigerator and tug it open. She disappears from view, blocked by the fridge door while she hums, rooting around for something to feed me, and fuck, my cock is being tortured inside my jeans. All day long, he’s been locked up and strangled while my girlfriend rubbed herself all over me, kissing me before every class.
Speaking of which…
“Marlow,” I say, wincing while I lower my fly to let my erection breathe. “I need to talk to you about switching into your classes.”
I hear her breath hitch. “You want to switch into my classes?” Her head peeks over the refrigerator door, her gaze wistful. Hopeful. “All of them?”
“Yeah. All of them.” Goddamn, my whole body is pounding. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
My chest starts to hurt. Badly. Is it crazy to be in love this fast?
If anyone else told me they’d fallen in love in such a short space of time, I would think that love was superficial or flawed, but there’s nothing fake about this. Nothing wrong about it. Marlow and I together is nothing but right. Perfect.
But the word perfect gets a whole new definition when Marlow closes the refrigerator and reveals that she’s been undressing behind the door the whole time.
My extremely hot girlfriend is wearing nothing but turquoise lace panties.
No bra. No fucking bra.
Her tits are these naughty little things, pale and perky.
I can’t stop staring at them. Oh my God, she’s topless in my kitchen.
“Marlow…” I begin on a stuttered groan, my dick throbbing in the opening of my downed zipper. “What the hell are you doing with me, baby?”
A line appears between her brows as she struts forward, setting down a plate on the table in front of me. It’s a thick slice of vanilla cake I haven’t noticed until now, because yeah, she is basically naked, except for a few strips of lace. “What am I doing with you?” She perches her lips against mine, humming while she straddles my lap, her pussy snuggling up against my ache, those naked tits pressing to my chest. “First, I’m going to feed you,” she murmurs, touching our tongues together in a too brief kiss. “Then I’m going to let you fuck me. As many times as you can before six o’clock.”
“Jesus Christ,” I exhale sharply, hit with a wave of insane dizziness, my balls rippling and tightening, her lower body starting to work me, work me, work me. Riding me through my briefs. On top of that, she feeds a forkful of cake into my mouth.
“Eat.”
I manage to chew, but this guttural sound is coming from deep inside my chest, because she’s overwhelming my senses. There is too much good happening at once. Sweetness in my mouth, my stomach being filled, while she stimulates my cock, rubbing and writhing on it. Giving me an extra big bite, then leaning back, arching so I can ogle her tits while her hips move in a horny pattern, imprisoning me in sexual pain.
“Marlow, it’s both of our first time and…” I have to stop talking to moan, she’s dragging her cunt at the most precise angle upward along my hurting shaft. “Baby, I’m not going to be able to concentrate on what I’m doing…”
Her perfect mouth twists mine into a kiss. “However you give me that come is the right way, Eric. I just want it deep.”
I bear down to prevent myself from an explosion.
It’s a wonder I haven’t popped already.
“Now?” I grit out.
She rubs our noses together. “Are you done with your cake, Daddy?”