Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I exhale slowly, but I don’t push the memory away.
As my cock twitches, I knock down some pillows. Not all of them. Just enough to see Azra’s lumpy silhouette in the dark.
Her shoulders rise and fall with each breath, but I can’t tell if she’s actually asleep or pretending so she doesn’t have to talk to me.
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
With my hips angled halfway between the mattress and the ceiling, I fist the base of my cock. I’m not surprised by how hard I am. My erection hasn’t deflated a smidge since I slipped into a bed that should smell too innocent to be exciting.
While pumping my dick with one hand, I trail my knuckles on the other down the little dip between Azra’s torso and hips. She has an enticing hourglass figure. Her waist is slim, her hips are wide, and her ass would have any red-blooded man eager to sink his teeth into the bouncing globes.
Don’t get me started on her tits and beautiful face, or this will be over shamefully fast.
A spasm of excitement skates up my spine when Azra’s body reacts to my briefest touch. Goose bumps sprout across her arms before they dot the sensitive skin on her nape.
I stroke my dick fast, uncaring that Azra could bust me like a horndog with no morals.
I’ve been called worse.
Pre-cum pools at the tip as I scoot closer to Azra. Her hair, swept to one side, exposes inches upon inches of delicate skin. Her nightgown is something my grandmother would have worn, but it’s thin and fragile, leaving little to the imagination.
If she were facing me, I could drink in the peaks of her nipples through the dainty cotton material.
I shudder at the prospect of removing her sleepwear with the same aggression I used earlier to take off her panties. It would float to the floor with a soundless whoosh that a moan would gobble up as I laid her on my bed and spread her wide to marvel at her devilishly decadent cunt.
Too horny to care that I could wake her, I trek my tongue across her shoulder, groaning at the taste of my body wash on her skin.
The thought of her in my shower, drenched head to toe in my scent, makes me pump my dick faster. I rock it in and out of my fist, taking more of the sheet with me with each pump.
In seconds, the bedding puddles at our feet, and the only thing between us is Azra’s cotton pajamas.
When I inch in close enough for the sticky droplet on the tip of my cock to stain her nightie, I expect her to pull away.
She doesn’t. Shockingly.
With only the slightest coercion, she rolls onto her back, her lips parting as her eyes drift to my cock.
I use her gaping mouth to my advantage. With one hand on my dick and the other holding my weight off her body, I pierce my tongue through her pouty lips and give one long lick to the roof of her mouth.
Her gravelly moan hardens me more.
She arches toward me, her hand twisting through my hair as she returns my kiss with more eagerness than her angelic face should allow her to display.
We kiss until my balls tighten with need. I’m desperate to come, but something else trumps it—something I usually have no interest in.
Sliding my hand between Azra’s legs, I groan at the dampness of her panties. She opens her thighs for me, coaxing me to take this further than its current PG-13 rating, and a greedy inferno burns through me.
“Christ, micina. So wet for me already.”
I smile against her mouth when she doesn’t deny the truth. She murmurs in agreement before telling me she’s been wet since our kiss in the mudroom of the Adami compound.
Her lips twitch, as if she wants to say more, but the brief brush of my thumb past her clit shifts her thoughts. While scrutinizing each look that crosses her face, I flutter my fingertips over the delicate lines of her pussy and caress her clit with my thumb. Every touch is through her drenched cotton panties, but she reacts positively to each subtle movement, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to lessen the loudness of her moans.
“Let me hear you, Azra,” I beg.
She lets out a breathy groan before she thrusts her head back.
Speech is impossible.
When I circle her clit, heat spreads from her core to her neck. Patiently, I massage her toward climax. I don’t rush like my needs are more important than hers. I take my time, savoring every moan, every squirm, and the increase of wetness between her legs.
“Oh god,” she moans, writhing.
I swirl the nervy bud at the same speed as the throbs feeding my cock. I stopped jerking off the moment she returned my kiss, but it has kept leaking pre-cum ever since. Both of our arousals will stain the sheets, but not yet. I still have time to tease.