Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Then his mouth was on me, and coherent thought fled. The first slow stroke of his tongue had me arching off the bed with a startled cry. He chuckled against my sensitive flesh, the vibration adding to the pleasure coursing through me.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against me. “Let me hear how good it feels.”
I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Each swirl of his tongue, each gentle suck at my clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I clutched the sheets, then his hair, then the sheets again as I writhed beneath his skilled mouth. The sensations he created within me were so intense it bordered on pain and, silly as it sounds, I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
When he slipped one thick finger inside me, I cried out. It felt like I was spiraling out of control, like my body wasn’t my own. Only Xavier held the key to pleasure like this and I was greedy for more. But only with Xavier. I knew in my heart and soul I’d never be able to give my body willingly to another man as long as I lived. For good or ill, I was all in with this man.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers exploring my folds with gentle expertise. “Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me how to make you feel good.”
I couldn’t form coherent words as his thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure. “That,” I gasped, my hips rising to meet his touch. “Oh, God! Just like that!”
Xavier watched my face intently as he slipped one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me gently as his thumb continued its maddening circles. The dual sensation had me writhing beneath him, my hands clutching at his shoulders.
“Xavier,” I moaned, feeling the tension building inside me. “Please, I need --”
Before I could finish my plea, Xavier covered my pussy with his mouth…
And it. Was. On.
Chapter Nine
Xavier
I recognized I was in serious trouble when Tillie came the second I touched her pussy with my mouth. Not only was I fighting out of my weight class with this woman, Tillie embraced my attention and welcomed my touch. In fact, she reveled in the way I ate her pussy and held none of her cries and screams back as she came on a hard, wet rush. Because, you know, no pressure or anything.
The taste of her flooded my mouth, sweet and musky, and I groaned against her sensitive flesh. Her thighs trembled around my head as she rode out her orgasm, her hips undulating over my mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me right where she wanted me. I kept my tongue moving, gentler now, easing her through the aftershocks. I would give this woman anything she wanted. Do anything she wanted. If it gave her this much pleasure, there was nothing I’d deny her. I’d eat her pussy until she either passed out or made me fuck her. Maybe if I gave her all the pleasure she could stand before I actually fucked her, she wouldn’t be disappointed if I didn’t last past the first couple strokes.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her chest heaving. “Oh, my God!” Tillie screamed and screamed, her cries growing more and more hoarse.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled next to her clit, before flicking it a couple times with my tongue. “You come nice and hard for me. I want to drink you up.”
“Xavier!”
With a final scream, Tillie orgasmed again. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, wetting my hand and chin. Her sweet, slightly musky scent was like a homecoming. My reward for the extra months I’d stayed in prison. Knuckles was the only person who knew why I’d remained behind bars, and he’d thought I’d lost my Goddamned mind. And maybe he was right. I could have gotten out of prison and approached Tillie on the outside, but that hadn’t felt right at the time. My only regret was that I hadn’t gotten to her before she’d purchased the exact wrong piece of property. Because I knew in my soul Tillie had needed the time and separation as she got to know me. She needed to feel safe and in control. I was right, too. Tillie now knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I was hers. I just hoped like hell I could make her mine too.
I looked up at her from between her legs, unable to hold back my satisfied smile. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild tangle around her head, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful. Post-orgasm is a really good look for you.” I kissed the inside of her thigh.
Tillie reached for me, tugging at my shoulders. “Come here. Need to feel you.”