Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I grip the top of Kendrick’s head to keep steady, as his soft lips and gentle tongue move lower and lower on my anatomy. The closer he gets to my pulsing center, the more urgent his kisses become, the hotter his breath against my flesh. Before Kendrick’s mouth reaches the folds between my legs, however, the bathroom is filled with steam, and he rises and leads me into the large shower that’s plenty big for both of us.
In the shower, we wash ourselves and each other, kiss, touch, caress, and grope. And when we’re both clean as a whistle, and there’s nothing more to do on the functional side of things, Kendrick kneels before me again like he did outside the shower. With his palms on my ass, he pulls me into his mouth, and what follows is the best oral sex of my life.
As my groans increase in volume and desperation, Kendrick stays the course without wavering or changing things up. When it’s clear something is working, he keeps at it, passionately. I grip his hair frantically as his tongue does miraculous things to my clit, and his fingers stroke a spot deep inside me, a spot that’s turning me downright feral. I’m basically fucking his face by now, in a decidedly un-virginal way, as my primal instincts overwhelm me and turn me into a she-wolf in heat. And through all of it, hot water rains down onto Kendrick’s broad back and sends hot steam everywhere.
Kendrick makes a guttural, tortured growl between my legs, and the sound of his desperation tightens my lower abdomen in a way that can only mean one thing. I’m about to come. In a flash, I feel like I’m waiting in suspended animation. My innermost muscles clench and ball up, and then gloriously release in rhythmic waves that make me throw my head back and babble a string of curses.
I can’t believe it! What Kendrick did to me in that laundry room wasn’t a fluke. The thought catapults me even further into a state of ecstasy.
Quaking, Kendrick rises from his knees, causing my hands in his wet hair to fall to his broad shoulders. With a feral look in his eyes, he grabs my face and kisses me so passionately, it’s like he’s drowning and I’m his lifeline. I stroke his hard dick, simply because I’m dying for penetration at this point. Aching for it. Willing to murder for it. But when Kendrick whispers, “No,” I release him like a good girl and await further instructions.
Breathing hard, Kendrick turns off the water and guides me out of the shower, and when we’re both toweled off and mostly dry, he pulls me into the bedroom with urgency. Now that we’ve toweled off, I can plainly see his dick is dripping with his need. Obviously, he’s every bit as desperate to fuck me as I am to be fucked.
With a quavering exhale, Kendrick guides me to his bed and lies me down. “Don’t be scared; I’ll be gentle,” he chokes out. And suddenly, I remember the role-play. I’m so turned on, I don’t need it anymore. Don’t even remember why I asked for it now. But even so, the chance to go back in time and experience Kendrick as my first is too alluring an idea to cancel.
Rather than joining me on the bed, Kendrick heads to his nightstand and opens the top drawer. Foreplay is over. Every inch of his body telegraphs he’s as desperate for penetration as I am. I watch him rolling that condom down his hard shaft, my mouth watering. My body writhing and purring with lust. My brain melting. I can’t believe I’m doing this with Kendrick. That he’s naked and hard for me, and I’m watching him rolling on a condom so he can fuck me. It’s surreal.
When he’s all covered up, Kendrick turns off the lamp and crawls on top of me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his skin warms mine. “You’re perfect in every way, Ruby.”
“So are you,” I whisper back, trembling with anticipation.
“We’ll take it slow,” he says softly. “I want this to feel amazing for you.”
I nod, quaking beneath him. Seriously, he’s got a knack for this role-play thing, because I swear, I feel so much anticipation and excitement, this might as well be my first time for real.
“Can I touch between your legs?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
My breathing is shallow. “Okay.”
As the tip of his covered dick presses urgently against my thigh, he begins kissing me, more and more passionately, languidly touching my clit. Soon, I’m purring and undulating underneath him, feeling so turned on, I can’t help widening my legs and jerking my pelvis in an extremely sexual manner.
“Can I put my fingers inside you?” he whispers in a shaky voice.
“Yes. Yes.”
Kendrick slides his fingers in, slowly, whispering, “Does this feel good, baby?”