Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
When she pushed my head away, I stood and looked down at her, lying on my kitchen island, legs spread open, breathing heavily. Her hair was strewn over the granite, and she looked like a fucking goddess.
Panting, she said, “I think that’s my favorite thing ever now.”
I pulled her up and wrapped the robe back around her. As I started to turn back to the stove, she stopped me.
“Wait. Will you show me how to do that to you?”
My knees about buckled out from under me. “You don’t have to do that, Lilibeth.”
She pouted. “I want to. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve heard plenty of my friends talking about it.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
Placing her hands on my chest, she whispered, “Please, Caden. If we just have this one day together, I want to try this.”
My eyes met hers, and I swallowed hard. She placed a hand on the side of my face. “I want to do it for you.”
When I didn’t say anything, she slid off the counter and dropped to her knees. Seeing her like that made my heartbeat pick up. My dick instantly got harder.
She reached up and pulled my sweats down. Chewing on her lower lip—which I’d quickly realized was a tell for when she was either nervous or embarrassed—she reached up and gently cupped my balls.
“Does that hurt?”
I shook my head. “Umm… No.”
With the other hand, she ran a finger up the length of my cock, then through the precum at the tip. When she put that finger into her mouth and looked up at me, I had to grab onto the edge of the counter to stay upright.
“Holy fuck, Lili. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because you’re about to make me come and your mouth hasn’t even touched me.”
“I swear I haven’t.”
“May I?” I took her hand and wrapped it around my dick before moving it up and down to show her how hard I liked it. When she took over, I let out a hiss.
Then she took me into her mouth, and I almost lost my load right there.
“Oh fuck, Lilibeth! That feels so good.”
She moved slowly at first, getting a feel for what she was doing.
“Use your hand also, yeah…just like that. God, that’s it. That feels…fuck.”
Lilibeth took more of me and started moving faster. It took everything I had not to grab her hair and fuck that pretty mouth of hers. I wasn’t sure what it was that made this the best fucking blow job I’d ever had, but this woman has ruined it for all future hookups. For a quick moment, I had to wonder if there would be any future hookups.
When she touched my balls again, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, Lili, you need to stop—or pull away.”
She must have taken that as a challenge, because she sucked harder and moved faster.
“Lilibeth! I’m gonna come!”
Not stopping her pace, she moaned—and I lost it. I came so fucking hard, I swore I saw stars. My legs shook, and I cried out in pleasure as I dug my hands into her hair.
When I finally got my senses back, I looked down to see Lilibeth resting on her heels, a smile on her face.
“I did it right, I take it?”
I grabbed her arms and pulled her off the floor. “You did it oh so fucking right.”
Her smile grew into a cocky grin, and my chest ached for something that I couldn’t allow myself to have.
“Can I just say, I almost gagged, but I pushed through, even though my eyes were watering.”
My head fell back as I laughed loudly. Leave it to Lilibeth to say something like that. When I focused back on her, she was making a face as she ran her tongue over her teeth.
“There’s a spare toothbrush in my bathroom, second drawer on the left. You go brush, I’ll finish up breakfast.”
I watched as she bounced out of the room before turning my attention back to the food.
And to my wayward thoughts about what this all meant.
I opened the back door and stomped the snow off my boots. The storm hadn’t let up at all during the day or night.
After our morning festivities in the kitchen, I forced myself not to touch Lilibeth again. I figured she was sore, and I didn’t want her to think all I wanted to do was pass the day away by fucking.
Instead, we’d watched movies all day, and I was thankful we hadn’t lost power. We made tacos for dinner, working together this time, then found ourselves on the sofa again, watching another movie. We both fell asleep in the living room, and I realized that I wouldn’t have changed a thing about the last twenty-four hours as I drifted off.