Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
“Are you sure? That face you just made looked pained.” She pouts, and all I want to do is kiss her pretty mouth.
“Pained because I like it.” Pained because I want you to slip your hands into my sweatpants so I can feel your skin on mine. I keep my answer short; Nora doesn’t need to know all of the filthy things tumbling around in my head.
“Can I see it?” Her cheeks go atomic as soon as the words leave her mouth. “OhmyGod, never mind. I-I can’t believe I just asked you that! What is wrong with me? Oh, God—”
“Pip.” Something in the way I say her name has her lips snapping together like a rubber band. “There’s no part of me that you can’t see or touch anytime you want.”
“Really?” The word is nothing more than a breathy whisper.
“Really.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and drag them down, allowing my erection to spring free.
Her eyes bulge at the sight of it, causing a swell of masculine pride to rush through me.
“It’s so…” She gulps. “Big.”
I grin, and Nora rolls her eyes before looking her fill.
She lifts her hand from it resting on my abs, as if she’s going to reach for me, but yanks it back at the last second.
“You can touch it,” I say, silently praying I don’t nut the second she makes contact.
“I can?” She licks her lips, and I nod. “Okay.”
“Oh!” Nora sucks in a sharp breath as she gently squeezes the tip between her index finger and thumb. “It’s softer than I thought it’d be.”
I grunt, unable to form any kind of intelligent reply because I’m doing three-digit multiplication in my head.
Sliding her hand down, she fists my dick, jerking me once from tip to root.
That single motion has me seeing stars. Fuck, how can this not-even-a-hand-job feel this good? It’s like I’m having some kind of out-of-body experience as Nora explores my body.
Precum leaks from my tip, drawing Nora’s eyes. She looks from it to me, and back again. “Can I taste it…taste you?”
Fuuuuuck. Who even is this woman? This innocent little spitfire of a vixen.
“Yes! God, please, yes.” Every single muscle in my body tenses in anticipation. Jesus, the thought of her mouth on me is like my birthday, Halloween, and Christmas all rolled into one.
She wiggles out of my hold and pushes up to her knees, staring down at my dick like it’s an equation that needs solving.
Leaning forward, she wraps one hand around my base. Anticipation thrums like electrical currents through a battery. My entire body is amped up, primed and waiting for whatever delicious torture she’s about to unleash.
“Like this?” She slowly drags her fist up my length.
“Grip it harder.” My voice sounds rough, even to my own ears, but I can’t help it. I’m a man on the edge, and Nora’s either going to be my savior or my damnation.
“Like this?” She tightens her fist a little bit.
“A little more.”
She shoots me a worried look. “I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Nora, I promise, any time your hands are on me, the only thing I’m feeling is pleasure.” I cover her hand with mine, adjusting her grip. “Now you’re going to do it just like this.”
I help guide her motions, loving the way her confidence grows with each pass.
“I’m ready,” she says after a few strokes. “Ready to taste it.”
That’s all the warning I get before she swipes her tongue over the head of my cock, lapping up my precum like it’s the tastiest treat.
“Salty.” She wraps her lips around the crown and sucks softly.
“Fuck, Pip.” I have to fist my hands at my sides to keep from reaching for her. “You feel so good.”
My reaction is extreme, but her mouth on my dick—hell, on any part of me—is like finding water in the desert when you’ve been walking for days.
She’s my oasis.
“Can you take any more?” I ask, actively pressing my hips back into the mattress to keep myself from fucking her mouth.
“Maybe a little.” She speaks the words around my dick before sucking me deeper into her mouth.
“Hollow out your cheeks and just swallow down as much as you can.”
She gags a little, and I try to pull back, but she follows me with her whole body, her lips never leaving me.
I feel like a fucking teenager getting his first ever BJ—it’s sloppy, and Nora has literally no technique—and yet I’m still trying my hardest not to bust a nut two minutes in.
It’s her, though; it’s Nora. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. Her skill level is irrelevant, simply because it’s her.
“Pip,” I groan her name. “You gotta stop.”
She releases me with a wet pop. “Why?”
“I’m gonna—” My whole body tenses as my release rockets through me, rope after rope of cum jetting out onto my abs. “—come,” I sigh, once I can speak again.