Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I kinda love when you manhandle me.” Bonte licks her lips.
“Good, because I’m not going to stop,” I tell her before taking her mouth. I get off on manhandling her too.
Bonte is so damn small compared to me. With her shiny black hair, bright blue eyes, and ivory skin that is softer than anything I have ever touched before, she could be a little doll.
“Never stop,” she says when I break the kiss, her voice breathy and filled with lust.
I won't stop. I couldn't if I tried. I'll have to be dead and buried. No, fuck that. They better cremate my ass because I'll crawl my way out of the grave and right back to her.
“I think you need a refresh.” I latch my mouth to her neck and suck. She moans, bucking her hips. There is nothing I love more than seeing my mark on her pretty skin.
“You’re a weirdo, always marking me,” she says as she tries to rub her pussy against me. If I am, that makes her one too, since it turns her the fuck on.
My cock throbs, trapped in my pants. Her rubbing her pussy against it isn’t helping. I could easily slip her panties to the side, undo my jeans, and push right inside of her. I won’t do that, not this time. I want to try to take our first time slowly.
I cup one of her breasts as I keep kissing down her body. Bonte’s tits fit perfectly in my hands. Every time I hold one, I tell myself that her body was made only for me. It’s why I had such a visceral reaction to her. Everything my girl did worked for me in every way.
My mouth worships her nipple. Bonte lets out little moans, her body so responsive as I give her other pretty nipple the same attention.
“Eros,” she moans, trying to buck her hips more. I’m so engrossed in sucking and licking her nipples that I have to force myself to release them so I can descend farther.
When I get my mouth on her pussy, I know those moans will grow louder for me. I sit up, tossing my shirt away before hooking my fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs as I slip off the bed myself to shed the rest of my clothes.
I stand at the end of the bed merely taking her in. My eyes linger on her hips, thinking about gripping them when I slam into her. I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking myself a few times. Take it slow, I keep reminding myself, but her being laid out for my taking isn’t helping me.
“Spread them more for me,” I order her.
Bonte’s cheeks are already flushed but grow pinker at my request. “Bring your heels up to your ass.” I have seen every inch of her already. Washed her more than a few times in the shower, but this is different.
I want her spread out, offering herself to me. “Eros.” Her tongue comes out, swiping across her bottom lip.
“You can be shy, Hellcat, but you’ll still do it,” I tell her. “Go on, show me what you saved just for me.” My cock jerks in my hand when she starts to slide her heels up to her ass, then she fucking drops them wide open like a butterfly, presenting me her perfect bare little pussy that is already glistening for me, ready to be eaten.
That is why she’s my hellcat. I think I’m pushing her to the edge, and she goes and jumps right over. I groan, falling onto her.
"So beautiful," I say before my whole mouth covers her pussy. In this, I'm not slow and gentle. I can't; I'm too hungry for her, and I know that's the way she likes it. She wants me ravenous for her. Her fingers sink into my hair.
I could never get enough of her. It doesn’t matter how many times I explore her body; I want to do it over and over again. I push one finger into her and then another. I close my eyes, fighting not to cum as her tight little pussy taunts me with how this will feel when she’s wrapped around my cock.
I hear Bonte cry out my name, her hips bucking, her sweet cream filling my mouth. I drink it down, every fucking drop of it, unwilling to let any of it go to waste. I can feel her legs shaking, and she tries to pull back, her clit sensitive after her orgasm, but I reach up and span my hand across her belly, pushing her back down, holding her in place as I keep going. My girl gets off when I take control, trusting me to know exactly what her body needs.
She gives a tug on my hair, but I don’t give a shit. Bonte could pull it out for all I care. I’m not relenting. Not until I get another orgasm from her. I am hungry for it, but I also know it will soften her pussy more for me and relax her body.