Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
He laved the bright pink jewel, generously anointing it with her own luxurious spend and rewarded by her soft, helpless gasps.
Goddamned gorgeous.
He had missed this. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone down on her. The act was too intimate, too primal and licentious for the clinical sex they’d been having during their marriage.
Kenna was writhing, softly pleading with him not to stop. Her fingers curled into his hair, alternately pulling him closer and then pushing him away.
He tugged her hard clit into his mouth, sucking and licking at it like the delicious treat that it was. He loved the taste of her; salty, sweet, creamy…he could feast here all day.
He was still watching her while he ate her pussy, her head propped up against the arm of the sofa, long hair haloing wildly around her face, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, as she was falling apart.
Her back arched again and her large, distended nipples caught his attention.
His hands, which had been splayed on the insides of her taut thighs, abandoned their posts and went straight to them.
“Aah,” she gasped when he thumbed the tight, hard peaks, before rolling them between thumb and forefinger, her hips jerking as her back arched. “God, Smith.”
Smith was fast losing his fucking mind. His cock was a scalding shaft of pipe, throbbing painfully down the length of his thigh. He relinquished one of those tempting tits and reached down to take hold of his pulsing hard-on and maneuver it up past the waist of his sweatpants.
His hand found the tit that he’d reluctantly abandoned just seconds earlier, but her hand was already there.
Leaving her to play, Smith was more than happy to find another use for his hand.
Kenny breathed a drawn-out, satisfied sound, when his long finger pushed into her clenching channel. She clamped down on the invasive hardness, spasming around it greedily, hungry for more.
He continued to lick and suck her pussy like a ravenous man who’d been deprived of too many meals, but it was when he introduced a second finger and dragged her poor, overstimulated clit into his mouth that the top of her head just about blew off.
She jerked—a full-body spasm—and her hips levered straight off the couch. He moved with her, mouth still latched on to her. His other hand abandoned her nipple to support her arse while he continued to lap at her slippery, juicy crease.
“I’m coming,” she whispered, and when his rapidly thrusting fingers, two knuckles deep in her spasming pussy, curved upward to hit her sweet spot, she sucked in a sharp breath, held it, and tumbled headfirst over the precipice.
He eased her down onto the sofa and lifted his head, bestowing one last kiss on her well-used clit before pushing himself up to kneel between her spread thighs.
He was magnificent. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, shoulders and chest gleaming with sweat. His beautiful, thick, long cock was curved up over his abdomen, its bulbous, purple head tapping out the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat against the indent of his navel. Clear precum seeped from the slit and Kenny finally released the breath she’d been holding. She wanted to lick up that moisture, swallow it down her parched throat. She remembered the taste of it. Slightly salty, a little earthy, utterly delicious.
He stared down at her in smug satisfaction, pleased with himself after the orgasm which he had gifted her.
One of his hands fisted the plump head of his shaft and gave it a squeeze. He made a quick polishing motion with that fist as he spread the slick moisture of his precum over the head of his cock.
“That was incredible, Smith,” she murmured, finally finding her voice, which was an almost unrecognizable croak.
“Yeah?” he asked, stroking the length of his cock lazily as his eyes flitted from her face, to her breasts, down over her sweat-slicked torso, to linger between her thighs, where her pussy was still gently spasming after her powerful orgasm.
“You look fucking ruined, McKenna,” he observed and she smiled.
“You don’t have to sound so damned arrogant about it, Smith.”
“Oh, but I am.” His eyes gleamed with dark pleasure. “You were completely out of control, sweetheart. It was amazing.”
She had. She knew it. And she knew why he was enjoying that fact so much. She’d never—not even in the beginning—been so uninhibited with him. It had been wonderful, freeing, to not give a single damn about what he would think about her reactions.
To not worry about being judged for her passion.
“You going to stop talking and give me that cock, Smith?” she asked a little querulously and he chuckled.
“What will you do if I don’t?”
“Take it?’
He laughed again and the carefree sound lifted her heart. He often laughed like that with family and friends, but never with her.