Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
She feels me growing hard for her, grinding her body up and down. She moans insistently, then leans back, looking at me with flushed cheeks, a dangerous, excited glimmer in her eyes.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed you so badly,” I tell her, trailing my hands up and down her sides.
“Oh yeah?” She says, sassy, confident, her. “What have you missed about me?”
Her tone cuts through the pathos of the situation. I smirk and lift her off her feet. She giggles as I walk to the couch, then sits down so she’s straddling my lap. She’s wearing thin PJ pants, a strappy top that looks like it could blow away in the wind, and her hair is tied up in that partially tamed messiness that drives me feral.
“Your heat,” I groan, shifting against her. “Your thickness. That flush you get in your cheeks, like you’re shy and turned-on and confident at the same time. And your moans, Songbird, which sound like music.”
She gifts me with some of those moans when I start kissing her neck. I grind against her, letting her feel my thick steel trying to explode out of my pants. She gasps and drags her fingernails down the back of my neck, clinging on firmly.
The passion is so much hotter because of the time we spent apart. And the pleasure feels like heaven when the pain has been so hellish.
She tears at my shirt, popping buttons, moaning, and slipping her hand down between our bodies. Fuck, she’s eager. She needs this as badly as I do.
I lift her up again. She wraps her legs around me automatically. Carrying her into the bedroom, I lay her down, then grab the top of her pants and underwear. She bites her lip, nodding at me, needy for it. Her legs twitch in anticipation.
I pull her pants and underwear down slowly, savoring the slow reveal of her creamy legs, her silky skin almost making me come in my pants. I take a breath, closing my eyes for a moment, when I feel the rush of come shooting begging for release.
Soon, she’s naked on her lower half. Her legs fall open, her pink pussy already wet for me. A film of wetness clings to her, popping as her legs fall the rest of the way open.
“You asked what I missed?” I growl, kneeling and kissing up her leg. “I missed how hot and wet you get. I missed the scent of your pussy, Songbird, the fucking need I can smell it in. And your taste…”
I bury my face in her heat, opening my mouth wide, upper lip pushed against her clit while my lower lip and tongue greedily lap at her. She squeezes handfuls of the sheets.
I move my hand to her clit, rubbing gently at first, then faster. I make my tongue hard so that I can fuck her with it. Her gasps take on a new quality when I shift my mouth back and forth, making her sing as her sleeve pulses around my tongue.
Her taste engulfs me, filling me up. Reaching down, I stroke my aching length over the top of my pants.
“Nah-no,” she whimpers. “That’s for me.”
“Fucking hell, Izzy.”
“You like it when I’m like this?”
“I like you when you’re like anything,” I groan.
I slide my hands around to her ass, greedily squeezing and massaging. Then I lose control on her pussy. Almost a week apart has me starving. I haven’t touched myself once, and now everything in me is burning, aching, starving.
I fuck her tight heat with my tongue, then suck on her clit like I own it. She twists and turns against me, giving me new angles to feel her perfect, round ass. I love how much there is of her, always more womanly curves to indulge in.
She traps my head between her thick thighs when she’s close to the edge. From the way she’s racing toward an explosion, I know she hasn’t touched herself either. I know she’s been waiting as impatiently as I have.
I drink her juices like it’s my goddamn life force when she creams into my mouth and over my tongue. I spread them all over her sex, licking her clit and her lips and fucking her hole again. She lets her thighs fall away, gasping.
I move up her body and grab her shirt, pulling it up. I love the way she raises her arms immediately to help me, another sign she’s been aching for this as hungrily as I have.
When her beautiful, bountiful breasts spill free, I push them together and alternate between sucking her nipples. She runs her fingers through my hair, whimpering like she’s going to have another orgasm from me sucking her needy nipples alone.
I lean back, grabbing my belt and pulling it loose with one hand. She reaches between our bodies and helps me, fumbling with my button, giggling when she finally gets it. I look into her face, the pure elation in her eyes.