Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Taking hold of her hand he led her back to the bed. “Get on.”
She sat down and started to pull herself onto the center. He was shocked she didn’t start arguing with him. Whizz stopped her from going any further onto the bed. Going to his knees, he opened her thighs wide. Staring down at her pretty pussy, his mouth watered. He’d never been one to lick a woman out, but scenting Lacey and seeing her made him feel like a starving man. Drawing her closer to him, he stared down at the perfection of her pretty pussy. Above her mound, where the boxer briefs originally lay, was a single red rose tattoo. The red of the petals stood out in contrast to her skin. She loved roses, he suddenly realized. The ink on her skin was what she loved the most, roses. They were beautiful plants, yet grab too hard and you were at risk of getting hurt. The roses were like his woman, prickly if handled wrongly.
Fine hairs covered the lips of her pussy. It was a light dusting of hair that didn’t hide the plumpness of the lips of her sex. They were slightly parted to tease him with the view of her swollen clit. In the light he saw the evidence of her arousal glinting at him. Using his thumbs, he opened her pussy lips wider to view her clit. He’d touched her before, brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm, yet he’d never seen her. Whizz wanted to see her. He wanted videos, reminders that she was with him at every turn.
“Whizz?”
“Sh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He wouldn’t take pictures until he had her permission, which he’d get very soon.
His gaze wandered down to look at her cunt. Returning his grip to her waist, he dragged her back until she was hanging off the bed. He stared at the puckered hole of her anus. Whizz wanted to claim all of her and not leave a part of her unnoticed. She wouldn’t ever remember anyone else but him. He’d claim her thoroughly.
“I’m going to claim this pussy and this ass, Lacey. I’m going to possess you all.” She didn’t argue or fight with him. He pushed her back on the bed to make her comfortable. Tonight he’d be tasting her pussy and feeling her wrapped around his cock. Without tearing his gaze away, he circled her clit before sliding down to slide into her tight cunt. His finger disappeared within her tightness.
Lacey groaned, thrusting her hips up against his finger. He added a second finger watching her fuck up to him. Sawing his fingers inside her, he spread the digits open in the hope of opening her up a little. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.
Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips to suck the cream off each one. “You’re so fucking tasty.” He groaned, pushing his fingers back inside her, needing her to take more of him. “I’m going to lick this sweet pussy now, baby. I don’t want you to move.”
“Please, Whizz, I can’t take much more.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of that need.” He sucked more cream off his fingers before taking her clit into his mouth. Scoring the hard bud between his teeth, he groaned at the same time she screamed. He pressed his hands on the inside her of thighs, keeping her in the same place as he attacked her clit. Licking, sucking, and biting the hard bud, he worked between sliding his tongue within her cunt to attacking her clit. He wanted her shaking with pleasure, mindless with need. Whizz wanted her to be a slut to her own desire. When it came to Lacey, he wanted to give her everything she’d missed out on. In his arms she’d embrace every passion she’d denied herself.
The life she led hadn’t been one filled with sunshine and roses, but with pain and secrecy. He intended to change all of that, give her what no other man could give her. In that moment, Whizz knew he was going to claim her. Lacey woke a part of him that he believed had died long ago. He wasn’t dead inside when he was with Lacey. The nightmares could come and go as long as he had his woman by his side. She made him a better person just by being in her company.
He pressed two fingers within her at the same time as licking her clit.
“Please, Whizz, fuck me, I can’t take much more.”
Whizz shook his head. “No, you’re going to come. I’m going to swallow down every drop.”
She cried out, whimpering. “No, I can’t do it. Please.”
He wouldn’t stop. Flicking her clit, he started to pump his fingers inside her like he was going to with his cock within a matter of moments.