Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
He begins his journey at the sensitive curve of my neck, his lips pressing gently, alternating between kisses and soft, teasing sucks that send shivers down my spine until I'm writhing beneath him. His lips slowly travel lower, gliding over my collarbone, descending to my chest with deliberate intent. As he reaches my tits, he caresses them tenderly, his fingers tracing their contours while he emits a low, growl that reverberates through the air like a distant rumble of thunder.
With hungry urgency, he captures one nipple between his lips, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. My eyes roll back in my head as electric pulses racing directly to my core. I respond instinctively, my back arching upward as I press against his thigh, seeking relief from the intense, intoxicating pleasure spiraling through me.
He moves lower still, his lips brushing over my stomach, my hips, until he’s kneeling between my legs. He rips my panties away and buries his face between my thighs like a man on a mission. His tongue is firm and precise, circling my clit and then flicking it fast enough to make my whole body spasm. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on for dear life, moaning shamelessly as he works me over.
He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I come so hard I nearly black out. My body shakes and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, licking me clean with a satisfied smirk on his face.
He crawls back up my body, kissing me soft and sweet until my brain returns to earth. All I can think of is making sure he experiences what I just felt.
"My turn," I declare with a hint of uncertainty, awkwardly flipping him onto his back. Tentatively, I wrap my hand around him, giving a few clumsy strokes. With a mix of nerves and determination, I lower my mouth onto him, surprised by the deep, guttural sound that escapes him.
I take my time, using tongue and teeth and lots of imagination, and he fists my hair and bucks up into my mouth. After a minute, he pulls me off, his eyes wild with need. “I’m not going to last,” he says, his voice rough and desperate. “And I want to be inside you.”
I slowly move up his body, awkwardly positioning myself as I try to straddle him. My movements are unsure, and I fumble a bit, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. He gently reaches out, steadying me with a reassuring touch, helping me to guide his cock to my wet entrance.
I sink down and the stretch is intense, like he’s splitting me in half, and freaking love it. His cock is a weapon, thick and unrelenting, and I can feel every inch of him as I lift up and slowly sink down again. My body trembles like a leaf in a hurricane as his hands clutch my hips tightly, and I know I’ll be wearing those bruises tomorrow like a badge of honor.
He lifts me up and down slowly at first, painfully slow, like he’s teasing me, making me feel every millimeter of his hard cock. I’m hesitant, unsure, but he’s patient, his eyes lock on mine and hold them captive. A little smirk plays across his lips as he stares up at me. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. “Take it. You can handle it.”
And then he nods, that subtle little gesture that makes my stomach flip, and I start to move on my own. I’m awkward at first, my hips fighting to find a rhythm, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he guides me, his hands firm but gentle, teaching me how to ride him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh as I pick up speed, my body starting to move with his, our hips grinding together in a way that makes my head spin.
But then he flips me, and suddenly I’m on my back, my legs spread wide, his body pressing me into the mattress and I can tell by the intense look in his eyes that he’s claiming me.
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp, while the other grips my hip, holding me steady as he drives into me with a force that knocks the air from my lungs. “You like that?” he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance, and I can’t even answer because all I can do is moan, my body arching against his as he fucks me harder, deeper, until I’m screaming his name on a continuous loop.
Each thrust is earth-shattering, unlocking something elemental inside me that I didn’t even know existed. I feel the heat building, coiling in my stomach like a spring ready to snap, and when it does, it’s so explosive. My body shudders as my nails claw at his back while I come undone completely. My cries are muffled by his mouth on mine, his tongue claiming me just as thoroughly as his cock.