Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
My greedy tongue continues swirling with Chelsea’s as my fingertips caress her hard nipples. Her hip bone. Belly. Jawline. Neck. Hair. I’m voracious. Greedy. Can’t get enough.
Still kissing her, I slide my hand between Chelsea’s legs and discover the outside of her little pink panties is damp and warm. Not only that, when I touch a certain spot, I discover the sensation of a noticeably swollen and rigid bud beneath my fingertip. When I gently rub, Chelsea gyrates and moans like I’ve licked her there with a greedy tongue.
“I brought a condom,” Chelsea gasps out. “It’s in my pocket on the floor.”
I try not smile. I didn’t think to bring condoms to training camp, but I’ve always got some in my toiletries bag, just in case. But since there’s no good reason to tell her that, I reply with, “I’ll get it in a minute. But first …” I lick my lips. “The limit to my craving to eat your pussy … does not exist.”
As Chelsea giggles, I pull down her pretty pink panties, trembling with anticipation and urgency, and when the sight of her full deliciousness is revealed to me, I’m slammed with a sensation of desire that can only be described as delirium.
I’ve dreamed about this pussy. Eating it. Fucking it. Worshipping it. I’ve jerked off to fantasies of this pussy sitting on my face and dripping with pleasure into my mouth. And now, finally, it’s going to be mine, mine, mine.
My heart is going a mile a minute now. My cock is dripping wet and my balls, aching. I’m feral. Panting. Dizzy with excitement. With a low and shaky exhale, I widen Chelsea’s thighs, opening her up to me like a blooming flower, and dive right in, and in record speed, Chelsea is loudly losing her mind while gripping the top of my hair like it’s a lifeline in stormy seas.
As my tongue and mouth perform their delicious work, I dip two fingers inside her warm wetness, and my balls tighten when I discover she’s already ready to welcome my cock with ease. Not only that, her pelvis is gyrating involuntarily with the movements of my mouth and fingers as her body ramps up and up with pleasure.
I’m dying to fuck her, but I can’t go in till I get her there. I keep at it with my mouth and fingers, feeling blissed out by the taste of her and the guttural sounds she’s making. Until finally, Chelsea arches her back, grips the hell out of my hair, and releases an orgasm that ripples against my mouth and fingers as it shoots her into the stratosphere.
I look up her writhing torso, eager to witness Chelsea’s orgasm face—and the glorious sight exceeds my wildest fantasies. She looks drunk on pleasure and lust. Torpedoed into another dimension.
Groaning with excitement and anticipation, I quickly grab the condom from Chelsea’s pocket on the floor, get my aching, dripping, greedy cock wrapped up in latex, and hurl myself back onto the bed, which causes Chelsea to laugh as the mattress bounces underneath my weight.
My breathing is ragged now. The moment I’ve waited to experience for so long is finally here. Slowly, carefully, I crawl on top of her, rest my forearms on either side of her head, and stare into her big blue eyes.
“Chelsea,” I whisper, barely able to comprehend this is finally happening. “My mathlete.” When she returns my smile, I kiss her lips tenderly, and then her forehead, before slowly sinking my covered length deep, deep, deep inside the one and only Chelsea Parker, the brilliant, gorgeous, funny, one-of-a-kind woman I’ve been fantasizing about fucking for seven long years.
Christ almighty. She feels even better than I could have imagined. So good, as my body fills hers, I can’t help blurting, “You feel like heaven.”
When I’m all the way in, Chelsea grips my back like she’s trying to pull me into her even deeper, which really isn’t possible, but I’m not complaining. And as I begin thrusting, we both groan at the delectable sensations slamming into us.
As my thrusting continues and gains momentum, Chelsea grabs my ass and goads me on, so I start fucking her even harder, with more and more zeal—until soon, we’re going at it so hard, our flesh is slapping and my balls are hitting her with every furious stroke. In fact, I’m fucking my mathlete so damned hard at this point, trying to give her what she’s begging me for, I’m in danger of fucking her right off the bed.
We’re in the zone now. Setting fire to the bedsheets with our grunting, energetic rhythm, loud groans, and dirty talk. There’s no room to wonder if she’s feeling what I am. She’s making it damned clear with every “Yes!” she shrieks and every moan that lurches out of her. There’s no shyness here. No boundaries or inhibitions. She’s surrendering her body to me completely, and I’m doing the same for her, and the result is an explosion of chemistry and extreme sexual excitement like nothing I’ve experienced before. I’ve fucked before, God knows. But it turns out fucking Chelsea Parker is something new. It doesn’t feel like a whole new level to the sport; it feels like a new sport altogether.