Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I must taste her.
I move forward and kiss her inner thigh, slow, deliberate, savoring the warmth of her skin, the delicious tremor running through her. Her scent hits me—sweet, musky, intoxicating—and it’s a pull that drowns out all reason.
My lips move higher, brushing the soft skin where thigh meets core, and she tenses, a soft whimper escaping. My tongue finds her, her folds slick and warm, and her taste rich, heady, like red wine and want, flooding my senses.
She jerks involuntarily, and my hands grip her hips to hold her steady as I explore and tease her open. I circle her clit, light at first, then firmer, feeling her hips rocking, chasing me. Her moans come faster, raw and unrestrained, each one stoking the fire in my gut, urging me on.
I suck gently, drawing shudders. Her thighs quake under my palms. She’s unraveling. I push her further, my tongue relentless, savoring every twitch, every gasp, until she breaks—a sharp, keening cry, her body seizing, as she comes hard against my mouth. I don’t stop, lapping her juices, and drawing out her release. Her taste becomes sweeter, more intense, then her tremors fade to soft shakes, and her hands loosen in my hair.
Until her body becomes limp, glowing, and utterly spent.
I straighten then and lift her, her weight soft, trusting, in my arms. The sofa’s close by, its faded fabric rough under my touch as I set her down, her eyes dazed, shining. I lean over her. Her voice is hoarse, barely her. “There are condoms upstairs in my suitcase,” she says. The words seem scraped from her throat. She shakes her head, lips part, and she whispers. “I’ve never done this before with a man, not until I’m sure he’s clean… but I’m on the pill and it’s okay if you don’t want to use one.”
I pause, caution flaring—never trust that, never risk it—but her face, flushed, open, her breasts rising with each shallow breath, kills my doubt. She’s truth, raw and real, and I believe her. More importantly, I don’t want to use one with her either. Even the thinnest veil should exist between us. My cock wants to feel her silky inner walls.
I kiss her hungrily, and her lips are fire under mine, the kiss deep, ravenous, a clash of tongues and teeth that drowns the world. Lauren’s hands are everywhere, frantic, clawing at my jacket, the fabric catching as she yanks it off, buttons straining, popping free. I’m just as desperate, tearing at my shirt, the buttons ripping under my rough treatment. The desire is so fierce it’s a pulse in my blood. Her fingers go at my belt, tugging, the leather resisting, then giving way with a sharp snap. My trousers slide down, and my briefs are quicker to follow. I kick free of them and stand before her naked, and my cock hard and throbbing.
“Good God! Google was right,” she breathes mysteriously, as her hand reaches for me.
Her touch is electric, her fingers wrapping around me, stroking once, twice, and I groan, low and guttural, the heat of her palm nearly undoing me right there.
She’s sprawled beneath me, thighs parted, her skin flushed. Her eyes are dark, wild, urging me on, and I feel the beast clawing at my spine. I grab myself and guide my cock to her. I let the thick head brush her entrance, slick, warm, a tease that makes us both shudder. I stroke her there, slow and deliberate, dragging the tip along her folds, coating myself in her wetness. Her hips tilting, inviting me to enter. I watch mesmerized as she opens her glistening sex for me. The offer is at once decadent and primal. No one who looks so innocent should do something like that. And yet it is unbearably perfect.
It’s exquisite torture when I circle her clit with the head, teasing, feeling her twitch, her breath hitching, and it is pure torture. My cock is throbbing painfully, screaming to be inside her.
“Don’t make me wait anymore, Hugh,” she gasps, and the plea breaks my restraint.
I enter her slowly. Her heat is tight, gripping and pulling me in inch by agonizing inch. The sensation’s overwhelming—a hot slick vice that squeezes. I’m shaking, my breath ragged, every nerve alight. Her tight walls stretch and pulse around me. Buried deep, I pause and savor the sensation, the way she molds to me. Then I pull back, almost out, before slamming in again, deeper, much deeper. I feel her clench with the unexpected movement and hear her gasp of surprise.
Gripping her hips, I fill her sex with my cock, long, brutal thrusts. One for every time she looked at me as if I were dirt beneath her shoe. Each one is a pulse, a claim, her moans growing wilder, filling the room, raw and unrestrained.