Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
He puts his hands on my lower back. “Fuck yourself on my cock,” he instructs, and I move forward and then back on him. “That’s my girl.” He slaps my ass like he did that first time and even if I didn’t want to come, that pushes me over the edge. “Soaking my cock so fast.” He holds onto my shoulders as he fucks me harder than I fuck him. When I’m at the end of the orgasm, he pulls out of me and I turn onto my back, wanting him on top of me.
My hand goes to his chin and holds it there. “It took you long enough.” I smirk at him before I kiss his lips. His hand cups my face and I let him go, lying on my back, my legs open for him. He grabs my thighs, pulling me to him. I get up on my elbows, watching his cock, my mouth watering to taste him. His mouth smashes down on mine.
This kiss is so different than the last one. This one is needy, it’s rough, it’s better than I can even describe. He lets go of my mouth, moving down and biting my nipple. “My mark.” Then he bites beside it. His hands grip the sides of my panties and I’m expecting him to pull them down, but instead he snaps the sides of them and then lifts my foot, kissing the inside of my ankle gently. His beard tickles as he places my foot down. “I’ve dreamed of this pussy.” He uses his hand to rub through my lips. “Dreamed of fucking it.” His finger rubs my clit. “Dreamed of eating it,” he says, and then his mouth is devouring me. “Dreamed of you coming on my face.” He moves his face side to side, the prickling of his beard making me close my legs on his head.
My hands go to the top of his head, my nails gripping his scalp. “So much fucking better than I remember.” I lift my head to watch him as he watches me.
“Fuck my face. Move your hips and make yourself come on my face,” he commands, and my hips buck up. “That’s my girl. Take what you want.” I close my eyes as he bites my clit. “Needy pussy.” I grip his head with both my hands and move my hips to ride his face.
“Clit,” I state, wanting him to play with my clit. The friction from his beard is in a whole different zone, the pinch of it, followed by the smoothness of his tongue. He eats my pussy like a man on a mission. His hand pushes my inner thighs even wider, as his tongue flicks my clit. He moves his face up and down my pussy. “More,” I say and he smirks at me. “Make me come on your face,” I egg him on. “I’m there,” I tell him as he moves his tongue side to side, putting pressure on my clit.
“That’s my girl.” He moves and slaps my clit with two fingers before moving them down and sliding them into me. “Going to come on my fingers and then you get my cock again.” He is relentless with his fingers. “You want my cock again?” he asks, and I gasp when he curls his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot. “Greedy girl wants my cock.” He bends to take my nipple in his mouth and I grip his hand. “Tell me, Victoria.” He looks at me and his mouth crashes on mine as his fingers fuck me. “Did you make yourself come thinking of me?” I don’t answer him—I can’t, not with him relentlessly bringing me to the edge. “The amount of cum I wasted down the drain instead of on you or in you is a shame.” I still don’t say anything because my whole body convulses with the orgasm that rocks through me. “Dripping,” he says and I lift my hips as his fingers press up, making me try to close my legs. “No, no, pretty girl. I want to see that pussy gush all over me.”
His eyes look at his fingers. “Look at how wet you are. Now you’re really ready for my cock.”
fourteen
Zane
My fingers slide in and out of her, one orgasm rolling into another and I feel her trying to close her legs. “Not just yet, Victoria,” I say, bending and sucking her clit back into my mouth. Her taste is my kryptonite. “I can feel you have another one in you.”
“I don’t.” She moves her head side to side. “I need your cock.”
“Give me one more and then I’ll give you my cock,” I urge, my fingers moving over her g-spot. Every single time I touch it, she gets wetter than she was before. “One more, Victoria,” I say, and I feel her push my fingers out as she gushes. “That’s it,” I praise as her hips lift off the bed and my fingers move her clit side to side. “That was what I was waiting for,” I tell her and before she is riding down from the high of her orgasm, I slam into her. The tightness of her pussy is one I’ve never felt before. The wetness lets me pull out easier, but then I’m back into her, over and over again. She gets wetter and wetter, and then just as tight as a fist squeezing me. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, along with her moans and my grunts as I fuck her as hard as I have ever fucked anyone before. I need her to feel me for the rest of the week. To remember tomorrow that my cock was in her, giving her this pleasure. It’s something I didn’t know I needed, something primal taking over. “Say my name,” I urge her as my balls get tight.