Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Never, ever,” I say, my hand comes up, shoving my cum back in her, “have I been this feral about a woman before.” She opens her legs for me and gets on her elbows. “Never have I wanted to claim someone like I do you.” And it’s true. I’ve never had feelings like this for anyone before. Only for Victoria. Only for her. She moves her legs back, giving me full access.
“Take what you want, Zane,” she pants. “It’s all yours.”
thirty-two
Victoria
I step out of the shower, leaving him in there, sitting down on the bench, catching his breath. “If I thought sex with you before was amazing,” I toss over my shoulder, “now that we’ve ditched condoms, it feels like a whole different experience.”
“Yeah.” He grips his cock that was just in my mouth in his hand. “I was just thinking that.” I wrap my hair in a towel before heading to his walk-in closet and grabbing a T-shirt. “I’m going to go and get something to eat.”
I walk up the steps to the kitchen, going straight to the fridge and pulling it open. I grab two of the prepared meals, putting them in the oven and starting it.
I feel him before I see him, his face in my neck, his hands gripping my tits, rolling my nipples. “Zane,” I say his name as my ass pushes back into his cock.
“I need food,” I tell him, but I’m frantic for him, “you need food.”
“But I haven’t tasted your pussy yet today.” His hand lifts the shirt in his hand then two fingers run through my slit and inside me. “You’ve had my cock down your throat twice,” he mumbles, “and I haven’t even had a taste of you.”
“That’s because while I was riding your cock in the shower you told me you wanted me to swallow your cum,” I remind him. “And since I’m the best girlfriend ever”—my eyes close as my legs open a bit—“I had no choice but to get on my knees and take care of my man.”
“Now it’s time for me to take care of you.” He slips his fingers out of me, grabs me by my waist, and puts me down on the counter. “Lift your shirt so I can play with your tits while I eat your pussy.” His tongue slides into my mouth as he becomes impatient and lifts the shirt himself. Both hands go to my nipples and roll them at the same time followed by a pinch before he bends his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Put your feet on the counter, baby, and open that pussy for me,” he instructs, pulling the T-shirt over my head, then stepping back to look at me. “Look at you,” he mumbles as he reaches up and rolls my nipples. “Nipples tight.” He pinches them and I moan. “Then this perfect pink pussy.” He uses one hand to rub the front of my pussy. “My perfect pussy,” he mumbles as I watch him slide a finger in me. “Isn’t it perfect?” I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and he slides another finger in me. “Tell me this is mine.” He bends to suck my clit into his mouth. “To play with”—he bites down now—“to eat.” He curls his fingers against my G-spot. “To fuck.”
“Only yours,” I pant out.
“Only mine”—he pulls his fingers out—“from now on.” His tongue slides into my pussy with his fingers. “You want to play with this pussy—” His fingers move faster; one hand comes up to play with my nipple. “You’re going to have to ask me.” I moan again and he stops what he’s doing when I close my eyes. “Open your eyes and watch me,” he directs, his voice tight, as my eyes drop to look between my legs. “If you need to come and I’m not here”—he moves his fingers in me—“you call me, and I’ll make you come with my words.”
“What if I can’t—” I can’t even talk, my breath comes in pants.
“Then you wait until I can talk and then you make yourself come.” His fingers move faster. “Tell me you understand me,” he says, licking my clit with the tip of his tongue and then burying his face in my pussy. The way his beard feels against my inner thighs makes my hips move up. “Is my pussy needy?” He sucks my lips into his mouth. “She needs to come.”
“Yes,” I pant, “please.” I reach between my legs to grip his wrist. “I’m right there.”
“I know, baby. I know this pussy better than you.” I hold onto his hand and he ruthlessly finger fucks me on his counter, and I scream out my orgasm. “That’s it, baby,” he praises as his fingers come out of my pussy and he rubs my clit side to side before slipping them back in. “Ride it out.” I don’t even know how long it lasts but when I’m done, I lie back on the island, and he laughs. His thumb rubs my clit, and I slap it away. “Sensitive?” he asks me and I nod my head. “I think the food is ready.”