Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Fuck.
After one quick tug of her nipples between my teeth, her chest heaves, and she practically feeds her tits to me. I suck both nipples gently until they peak and then lick my way down to her navel and, eventually, to her perfect pussy.
Scissoring my fingers, I spread her labia wide until she’s completely open before me. I can see the slickness of her arousal, how it shines on the gorgeous pink skin, and I inhale deeply, savoring her delicate musk. I lied. Vanilla isn’t my favorite scent. It's Kat, ripe and ready to fuck.
My tongue darts out as if needing a fix of the drug I’m withdrawing from, the one I’ve gone so long without and can never get enough of. That’s the downfall of all addicts, they can resist in the absence of temptation but put the substance in front of them, and all resolve vanishes in an instant. I lap at her cunt, devouring her, letting her taste hit my bloodstream until I fall into the bliss that only she can give me.
CHAPTER 18
Katelyn
In the middle of the night, I awake with a start, and instinct yanks my body forward to sit up in bed. I could have sworn a silky caress on my leg pulled me from my sleep. In panic, my runaway heart rages in the cage of my chest as my eyes search the dark room. The curtains still billow and I hear the congested snore of Eddie’s intoxicated breathing beside me. I must be deep dreaming because of the pills.
I curl back into my pillow and, thanks to the medicine, drift off again. I dream of Heath’s mouth, his rugged, deliciously dangerous mouth, sucking and clinging to me like a man in desperate need. He licks and sucks, his stubble grazing the tender flesh of my inner thighs. I try to raise my hips to meet his lips, but my legs and arms are immobile, almost as if they’re bound. I rotate the little I can as his wicked tongue invades me, fucking me deep and long. My pussy clenches, demanding more, begging him for more friction, deeper, harder until I can’t take anymore. I want him to pound into me, thrust as deep as he can until I come on his cock.
I cry out in ecstasy and my nipples pucker in the cold night air that cools my hot flesh.
“Oh, my god. Fuck me, please,” I whisper, biting down on my lip.
He laughs, low and satisfied, and it sounds too real, too close, and too present. My eyes blink wide open, and I stare at the ceiling, practically swallowing my own heart when I realize my arms and legs are bound. I jerk on the restraints and scream as the shadow between my legs continues to lap at my pussy, sucking on the lips, tongue fucking my entrance, and flittering the flat tip of his glorious tongue over my swollen clit until I want to pass out from desire so forceful, it consumes me.
I whip my head to the side to see if it’s Eddie who’s come up with this crazy idea, but I see my husband’s form beside me, asleep, knocked out cold like an idiot. In the moonlight, I can make out the black bindings that tie him to our marital bed.
“Help,” I squeak breathlessly as the stranger consumes my sex like a hungry beast, and fear and desire drown together in my absolute arousal. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and everything is heightened when a life might be at stake.
“There’s no one to help you, baby. You’re in the devil's lair. Come for me, Princess. Let me see your pussy sing for your brother like a good girl,” he says before plunging his thick tongue inside me again.
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and penetrates me with devilish fingers that hook and skim my G-spot until I see stars. I come harder than I ever have in my life, each cell screaming with terror and a ravenous want. I cry out with the orgasm as black fear and red-hot passion fuse and tangle inside me. It’s a pleasurable anguish, an enraptured torment. I ride the stranger’s mouth and hand like a woman undone, gone mad with all-consuming crazed lust.
My husband, of course, wakes at my screams. He jerks like a puppet in the bed as he realizes he’s in four-point restraints, a prisoner in his own bed.
“What the fuck, Kat?” he warbles.
“Oh, my God,” is all I can say as the aftershocks of the massive orgasm ride through me and turn my limbs to jelly. I grind into the man’s face shamelessly, letting him eat my orgasm like a hungry demon lover.
A wild slap resounds against my naked pussy. “There’s no God here to help you, Princess, but the devil will gladly make you come again, this time on my cock.”