Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Her hands clutch the edge of the table above her head, and her chest heaves in fast, shallow pulls. She stares down at me, eyes glazed and blue hair spilling everywhere.
“You okay?” I draw slow circles on her inner thighs. “Too much?”
“No.” She gulps, her throat working. “Not too much. I love the way you look at me.”
“Good, because I can’t stop.”
And I don’t.
I take her in from this new vantage point. The slope of her stomach, the V of her hipbones, the damp sheen at her temples, and the faint quiver in her thighs every time my thumb brushes close to her cunt.
Every part of her is a discovery.
Every twitch, gasp, and needy tug of her hands on the table goes straight to memory, burned there. I’m not just turned on. I’m fascinated. Consumed. Utterly addicted.
“You have the prettiest cunt.” I skim a knuckle along her slick seam. “I’m about to get really fucking familiar with it.”
“About time.”
“Open wider.”
Her legs fall open for me, and my fingers are there, gently splitting her soft, slippery lips to get a good look at her. I take my time, savoring the view, my cock aching, needing to be sheathed inside that warm, tight hole.
But not yet.
Leaning in, I press my nose to her flesh, pull the scent of her into my lungs, and let it leave through my nostrils in a controlled stream.
“Fuuuuck.” A groan vibrates through me as more blood rushes to my dick.
I can no longer ignore the wet spot between my legs, the soaked fabric unbearable against my pounding erection. With a quick lift of my hips, I shove the offending garment down my legs and off.
Perching my bare ass on the chair, I hook her legs over my shoulders and gently wrap my lips around her clit.
Her entire body lurches toward me as if trying to pull me inside her.
“We’ll get there, Bluebird.” I flatten a hand on her belly, urging her to relax on the table.
As her limbs loosen, I add my fingers, sinking one, then two, all the way to the knuckles.
Her spine arches. Her head falls back with a moan, and her thighs shake around my ears.
I curl my fingers inside her, thrusting slowly, kissing her inner thighs, and breathing in deeply. She smells like a woman. Clean and wild. Like the Arctic before a storm breaks, the rush of air over fresh snow, carrying the faint sweetness of berries thawing in the sun.
And the feel of her pussy… She’s warm inside and out. Silky, delicate, and unexpectedly strong. A molten, wet pocket of velvety muscle, gripping at me like she won’t let me go. Against my hands, around my fingers, getting sloppier by the second.
Time to eat.
She makes a sound of protest when I slide out my fingers. But in the next breath, I bury my face.
Holy Mother of all things forbidden. I’ve finally died and gone to heaven. Turns out it’s between the thighs of my favorite Disney princess. What fantasy is this?
Mine.
All mine.
With her legs locked around my head and the juice she’s juicing all over my mouth, this is my destiny. Her. My princess bride.
I run my tongue from her ass to her clit, and Ohhhhh. My. Fuck! I do it again. And again. With each pass, I lick deeper, and with each return to her clit, I suck harder.
Her hands tangle in my hair, fingertips pressing at my skull. She becomes rabid on my tongue, riding my face, grinding her hips, and shivering with mindless want. Her hands can’t keep still, clawing at my neck and scratching at the hard knots of my biceps.
I fuck her with my tongue with the single-minded intensity. Despite this being my first time, I quickly learn the pace, pressure, and movements that make her scream.
My girl can scream.
With another thrust of my fingers, I seal my lips around her clit, swirl my tongue, and suck hard.
She lets out a long, throaty howl, her back arched and thighs clenched. When she falls silent and melts against the table, I know she’s lost in the shimmering aftershocks of her orgasm.
“How many can you have?” I drag my tongue along her soaked flesh.
“Oh, God. You can’t—”
“I’m your god, and I can.” I wrap my arms around her thighs, pull her tighter against my face, and feast again.
And again.
And again.
With my tongue, fingers, and the slow grind of my mouth, I become her devoted creature, her acolyte of pleasure, fusing myself to her desires like I was made for this. Made for her.
I worship her hungrily, obsessively, consuming every shiver and scream she gifts me. There’s no space between us. No secret cravings or hidden kinks. I know her body like my own, and there’s no question now. She wants me with a desperation that hardens my dick past the point of agony.