Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
The first feel of that has shivers racing down my spine and my balls tightening.
She breathes around me, swallowing over and over until I pull back. But she doesn’t let me go, lapping at my tip before I thrust back into her mouth.
Then, she grabs my other hand and twists both our fingers through her hair, making it obvious that she’d like me to use her face and guide her. Her eyes snap up, watching me as I thrust slowly into her mouth and then pull back out before doing it again.
She leaves my hand in her hair but fists her fingers over mine at the base of my cock. She’s not still anymore. She uses her hand and mouth to impale herself on me. My hips surge forward as a jolt of pleasure nearly jackknives me in half. She takes me deep, swallowing around me before drawing back, but only so she can do wicked things with her tongue, like exploring my length and humming at the taste.
She closes her eyes and works me until saliva shines at the edges of her lips. She jerks her head with every thrust, guiding me with her hand. I’m still half afraid, but she’s making it pretty obvious she’s not. She’s into this, into me, in a big way.
I’m sure it can’t get any better, but then she grasps my hips, digging her fingers in and working them around to my ass. I still have my jeans and boxers on most of the way, but she clenches hard enough for me to feel her fingertips through the layers.
She’s the one working me, setting a furious pace, and driving my hips forward in brutal thrusts. She groans around my cock in her mouth and then drives forward so hard that her nose rams into my jeans.
I can barely breathe. I’m trying to hold back, but she’s insistent that she wants no such thing. She’s rough enough for both of us, fucking her own mouth with my cock. She meets every single one of my thrusts, whimpering, moaning, and digging her fingers into my ass to drive me forward again and again in a steady, punishing rhythm. Saliva starts to dribble down her throat and neck, glistening in the low lighting from the sconces on the walls. Her hair is wildly mussed from my hand in it. She looks wrecked, and it’s fucking wrecking me. My brain is going to blow.
I can’t offer a single protest in my mind any longer. Dulcie’s made a safe place for me. I don’t have to guess. She’s offered me a partnership. She’s listened, she’s clarified, and she’s given me zero mixed signals. In her own way, she’s fought for me. She knows what she wants. She’s real.
I never realized how badly I needed to feel safe and to hope. I know what she means about connection. It’s so much more than just the meeting of two physical bodies.
I know she said she didn’t need a warning, but I can’t just come in her mouth.
“Dulcie…” I pant. “You’re going to make me come.” Embarrassingly fast.
She draws back, making that sexy and bold eye contact. “Yes, please. I want to make you come so badly. It’s going to be so hot, Luca. I want to taste all of you right now.”
She sucks me back into her mouth, taking me deep again and working hard to make it happen. She’s so incredibly sexy, appearing for all the world like the only thing she cares about in this moment is my pleasure, which is probably true. Her honesty and fearlessness are the most erotic part of this.
Of every single moment.
I can’t stop myself from surging forward and burying myself straight in the back of her throat. There’s no rhythm or timing. I just do it over and over, and she keeps tugging me back, clawing frantically at my ass, breathing around the hard thrusts, and letting me fuck her gorgeous face into oblivion.
My oblivion.
Pleasure rips down my spine like an electric shock, and it detonates all over my body. The world shorts out. I come in her mouth, my cock jerking and kicking against her tongue. She seals her lips around me and sucks, swallowing me down. She keeps me in her mouth until I can breathe again, and only when I release her hair and take that first deep breath does she draw back. She rests her hands against my thighs, then tucks me back into my boxers and fixes my clothes, doing up my jeans.
Slowly, she kisses my abs with an impossible amount of tenderness.
She lingers, kissing my chest, my shoulders, and my neck. It’s me who tips her face up and kisses her. Deeply. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, tasting myself. It’s something I’ve never tried before, but it’s not weird or gross with her. Everything with Dulcie fills my blood with fire.