Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Perfect,” he growls. “Absolute perfection.”
There’s a rhythmic pulse between my legs now that I’ve only ever felt when reading a steamy scene in a book or watching a love scene in a movie. Only now it’s infinitely more intense. And when Orson leans in and presses his tongue to my pussy, I nearly explode.
“Oh my God!” I cry out.
Without thinking, I reach down and grab him by the hair. I’m squeezing too hard, but I can’t help myself, and he doesn’t seem to care. So I just hang on for dear life as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, flooding me with sensations I’ve never felt before.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, probing my hole as my heart races. He reaches up and with one quick tug, tears the neckline of my dress—Trish’s dress.
“Don’t worry, I’ll replace it.” He takes my breasts in both hands. “I’ve been dying to see these tits since you walked in. Perfect tits like these deserve special treatment.”
I’m overloading. It’s incredible, like the whole world is shifting. But at the same time, I can’t shake the anxiety that lingers within me.
There’s a man between my legs! And not just any man. A gorgeous one.
“Relax, angel,” he says. Wow, can he read my mind? “Just take a deep breath and let me treat you.”
He’s making me his princess. Before I was just pretending. Now it’s coming true. And when he presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, the fire that’s been kindling inside me erupts into flames.
“Oh my God…”
My back arches off the bed as Orson flicks tiny little circles around my button. Each one sends a sweet shock through me, causing my mouth to fall open. He rolls my nipples between his strong fingers with just the right amount of force, enhancing the already intense sensation.
My anxiety starts to fade as a pressure rises within me. I’m soaking. My arousal drips down my thighs, down my butt, and onto the sheets. Every muscle in my body starts to tense.
Is this really going to happen? Each beat from my heart is like a drum, battering me closer and closer to the edge.
But just as I think it’s going to happen, my nerves crush back on me, anxiety dulling the sensations.
I can’t come…not with him here.
For my entire life, that moment has been private. Something I do when I’m alone in my apartment. I know he wants me to let go, relax, but I don’t know how.
“It’s okay, princess,” he mutters, looking up at me with blazing intent. “I want you to come for me.”
My mouth falls open. “You–you do?”
He grins, his cheeks and chin glistening with my slick. “More than anything.”
Before I can respond, he goes back down, taking my clit between his lips and sucking as he circles it with his tongue. There’s no doubt about it now. Even if I wanted to hold back, it’s just not possible.
“I’m coming!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me
Wave after wave of unmatched ecstasy wash over me. My back arches, and my thighs clamp down on poor Orson’s face.
God, I hope I don’t crush him. But I can’t do anything now. All I can do is ride this out and hope I don’t die.
He growls into me, igniting me more, sending me higher. So high that when I finally come down, I crash like a rocket returning to Earth.
“Okay, okay!” I cry out as I twist away from him and tumble off the bed onto the floor. Orson rushes to my side as I giggle like a little girl, curled up into the fetal position with one hand between my legs. “What…what did you do to me?”
Orson chuckles and lies down beside me, wrapping me in his arms. Brushing my hair aside, he kisses my neck, sending a shiver through me.
“What you deserved, angel,” he says. “And I have so much more to give you.”
4
ORSON
I’ve been staring at Megan for fifteen minutes. Just watching her sleep.
My princess. You’re so beautiful…
The sun is up, but I don’t have the heart to wake her. She looks so peaceful lying there in bed with her hair all messy. Even the goofy way her lips are pouted makes me want her more. She’s stunning without even trying.
Last night was incredible.
I can’t stop thinking about that moment as I pulled her panties aside and pressed my tongue against her pussy. Her perfect pussy that tasted so sweet that it’s taking all my strength not to just pull the covers off her now, spread her legs, and go back down on her.
And the sound she made when she came…it was like cute and sexy wrapped together into one.
I’ll never forget that.
In fact, my new goal in life is to make her come as many times as possible. I’m gonna wear her out. Give her so many orgasms she won’t be able to walk—won’t be able to talk. I’m dying to hear her moan again, but most of all, I’m dying to be inside her.