Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Well, I thought you were just saying what men say when they are getting what they want?” What kind of schmucks has she been dealing with? Shit. Not a good idea to be thinking about that. Out of patience, I invade her space, forcing her back into her place. She moves, her back hitting the wall. Standing toe to toe, nose to nose, I inhale and that sweet fucking honey I associate with the flavor of her pussy hits me, and my cock remembers he never got his treat.
Hand around her throat, I smile when she whimpers and her eyes partially close. “Nothing about this is temporary, baby. Nothing. The minute you got into that cab with me you became mine. MINE, Hope. You do not slink out in the middle of the night like a secret or a dalliance. You walk out beside me, head held high like my woman because that is what you are. Do you understand?” I fill her nails digging into my skin as she whimpers, nodding her head. “Such a sweet girl. Now, you have made me late this morning. Open your legs and make it up to me.”
Not waiting for her to comply, I kick her legs apart and drop to my knees. “What…are you doing?” she asks, voice huskier than usual.
“What I would have done if you had been in bed this morning.” I grip her thighs and pull them further apart. “Oh, baby. Did you make all that sticky sweetness when you saw me through the peephole?” She nods her bouncy head full of curls and I smile back at her. “Your pussy already knows who her commander is, huh, baby.” Her thighs are coated in syrup. Shiny and sticky.
I bury my face in her panty covered crotch, simply inhaling the fragrance of pumpkin pie or Thanksgiving treats. Ripping her panties from her, I move my hand up and down her slit. With my other hand, I yank her shirt, tearing it down the front exposing her nipples. Jesus. She doesn’t have a bra on. It’s like she knew I was coming. I take the finger now sticky with her honey and rub it over her areolas and nipples. “Shit, Ross.” Hearing her call me by my middle name is music to my ears.
Last night in the throes of an orgasm she asked me for something else to call me. She said my name was too long for an orgasmic experience. Funny little kitten. I told her my middle name was Ross and that is what she called me all night. “Step out of them.” I instruct her as I pull her wet panties down her legs. She lifts one foot after the other like a sweet angel offering her virtue. Thank fuck I savored her last night. There’s no way I could do that right now. I lift her leg and put it over my shoulder. My tongue slides right up the middle of her slit and I hear her head hit the wall as she cries out, thrusting her pussy in my face. “Fucking beautiful, baby.” Clit to hole, I lick her over and over, moaning as her syrup coats my mouth. Shit. I can barely open my lips; they are so covered in her drip.
“Oh God. Ross.” I love her hands in my hair tugging me where she wants me.
“So delicious, baby.” I grip her ass cheeks and squeeze them, holding them in my hands and lifting her until her cunt is even with my mouth. It's better access to her rosebud that want to taste as well. I spread those cheeks and slide my tongue from the back hole to clit. Her cries of shock and pleasure makes my cock spit down my legs.
“Do it again.” She commands, rocking against my face.
“Oh sweetness. You didn’t earn a command. Ask and you shall receive.”
“I need to come. Please.” Her cute whine and needy plea covers me. Like the ravenous lunatic I am, I devour her pussy. My entire mouth and tongue invade her sticky cave, licking and lapping, taking turns as my finger moves in and out of her cunt and my thumb rubs circles around her tiny asshole. “Oh shit. Oh god. Ross. Please.” I feel her pussy quiver and I know she is about to come.
“Come for me baby. Give me that sweetness.” Nothing has touched my cock and I am coming with her, my cream rolling down my balls and leg, as I groan against her mound and suck her clit into my mouth, taking her right over the edge. I feel her body sag and I kiss her pussy before standing and pulling her into my arms. “No more fucking running.”
Or next time I am going to tie her ass up.
CHAPTER 7
HOPE
A FEW DAYS LATER