Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
She reaches for her bra next and as I’ve seen her do before, she unhooks the garment and lets it drop to the floor too. Her heavy breasts call to me and I want to suck one of those dusky nipples into my mouth, so I shake my head and get with the program.
I slide the zipper down and over my thick, aching cock and remove my pants along with my boxer briefs, kicking both aside. I pull off my socks and sit down on the sofa. My dick stands tall and as she takes a few steps toward me, I grab my erection and grasp it hard, pumping my hand up and down my shaft. All it serves to do is arouse me even more.
“Come sit,” I encourage her, and pat my lap.
Her eyes darken and she does as I ask, straddling my thighs as she sits down, her pussy rubbing against my cock.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her.
“Then why am I on your lap?” Her lips curve into a smile.
“Because I want to taste your tits.” I cup one breast in my hand and lean down, pulling her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, teasing the rigid tip with first my tongue, then grazing it with my teeth.
“Oh God.” She wraps one hand around the back of my head, pulling me close, forcing herself deeper into my mouth. I lick the tip then suckle hard. Soon, she’s circling her hips, leaning forward and grinding her clit against my rigid erection.
I release her nipple with a pop, then grasp her hips and hold on. “Take what you need, beautiful,” I say through clenched teeth. Because I’m barely holding on, having no desire to come before I’m buried deep inside her.
She’s arching her back and rubbing her pussy against me, her breaths coming in shorter and shorter pants. Reaching up with one hand, I take her other nipple between my fingers and pinch it tight before I release it.
A shuddering moan escapes her and she begins to tremble. “I’m coming,” she says, and I lean back to watch her as her orgasm takes over. Her lips are parted in a small O, her eyes closed, and if I had to describe how she looks, it’s someone experiencing pure bliss. She’s completely lost in the sensation. Knowing that I’m the one she’s getting off on is a high I’ve never had before. My pulse pounds and my cock is wet from her arousal.
She’s a limp mess by the time she’s done, and I’m so hot for her I feel ready to explode. I brush her hair off her face and she smiles up at me, a satisfied grin on her pretty face.
“Ready for more?” I ask her.
“I’ll give it my best try,” she says on a light laugh. Then, she rises up and grasps my erection in her hand, positioning herself over me and sliding down easily.
I groan, the utter rightness of being cushioned inside her impossible to deny. I shift my weight and raise my hips. Her tight walls squeeze me in her heat. We move in unison, her riding me as I keep up with her rhythm. She’s rising up and dropping back down, her breasts bouncing with every bit of movement. I shift so I meet her each time, and I feel the beginning of my climax traveling through me.
My balls draw up but I need her to come first. Before I can slide my hand to reach her clit, she clasps my cock hard, cries out, and her release washes over her. I let myself go, slamming my hips upward once, twice… and then I’m coming, releasing so hard I nearly black out, but I’m aware enough to know she comes, another climax taking over before we’re both a sated, sweaty mess.
She climbs off me and I feel the cool air on my cock. Slowly, we rise to our feet. “Want to share a shower?” I ask.
She nods. “But all I’m capable of is a shower,” she warns me. “My legs feel like noodles and I’m exhausted.
I raise one hand. “No funny business. Promise.”
“Don’t you mean sexy business?” she asks.
I grasp her hand and lead her to the bathroom. I pull out two fluffy towels and drape them over the counter. My mother bought them for me when I moved in because I’d have picked up one for myself and not worried about anything else. I turn on the hot water and we step under the spray.
Keeping my promise and my hands off her isn’t easy, but I manage, watching as she uses my soap, massages shampoo into her scalp, and rinses. Luckily, I have conditioner even if I don’t use it—again, thanks to Mom, who helped stock this place. We wash ourselves, ignoring the sexual tension and my renewed erection, thanks to the fact that she’s naked, gorgeous, and she’s going to smell like me, which is a huge turn-on.