Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Does that feel good, baby?” I whisper into his mouth.
He nods and kisses me again. “Yes,” he whispers as he grabs my face in his two hands.
I slide down his body and take his nipple into my mouth and he grabs my hair in two handfuls on each side of my head.
“Do you want to blow in my mouth, baby?” I whisper into his chest.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers as his grip tightens on my hair.
I move lower to where I am blessed with his perfect manhood. I run my tongue over the tip where I am rewarded with a gasp from him and a gush of pre-ejaculate into my mouth. He tastes so good. I take him in my mouth and start to suck heavily on the upstroke. He hisses in arousal and throws his head back in pleasure as his hands grip my hair in a painful pressure. I build a rhythm and start to take him as deep as I can. My body is aching to be filled. His panting and groans are a good indication that he is enjoying this as much as I am. He grips my hair and really starts to ride my open mouth. I love it when he does this, totally forgets what he is doing, his body’s need for orgasm takes over and he rides my mouth so hard he might hurt me. The power he has over me and the hard grip on my hair have me panting, chasing my own orgasm. I feel him harden and quiver, I bare my teeth and he gasps as he comes in a rush into my mouth. My gag reflex kicks in and I have to stop myself from heaving. I giggle as I choke.
“Don’t choke,” he laughs as he runs his hands through my hair. I nod and kiss my way back up to his face. “I’ve missed you, my beautiful Lamborghini,” I smile.
He smiles sadly at me and kisses me again.
“Don’t,” he whispers into my neck.
Huh…don’t. Don’t what?
My face drops. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“Tash, I don’t want to talk.” He continues kissing my neck and his fingers once again find that spot between my legs as they fall open against my will.
“What do you want to do if you don’t want to talk?” I ask.
He pulls back and smiles sexily at me. “I think that’s pretty obvious. I want to fuck.”
I smile again. “Ok, fuck now, talk later,” I whisper.
“Or not.” He smiles as he rolls me onto my back and starts to slide the side of his engorged length through my dripping wet sex. Shit, he feels so good. His body has a sheen of perspiration all over it and his eyes are fixed, watching the parts of our bodies that are connecting.
I look him in the eyes. “Baby, I need you inside me,” I whisper. “I can’t take one more minute without you.”
His eyes close in reverence and he nods as he starts to grip his length to feed himself into me.
The front door bangs shut, and we hear keys hit the bench. My eyes widen in horror and I jump up in a rush and run to my door and shut it.
“Hello, love,” Mum’s voice echoes through the apartment. “Oh, my God. It’s Mum, she has a key,” I stammer as I jump
around and search for my robe in a panic.
Joshua’s eyes widen and he slaps his hand over his forehead in frustration, then he flops back on the bed onto his back.
“Perfect timing,” he mutters under his breath.
I giggle, run over and kiss him on the lips. “Don’t move a muscle.” I point at him to accentuate my point. “I mean it, I will be five minutes. Lie there and think about what you are going to do to me.”
He smirks as he bites his bottom lip. “No, I will lie here and think about what you are going to do to me.”
I point at him again. “Yes, good idea. Do that.” I smile broadly again at him and lean over him and kiss him tenderly. I bring my hand to his face. “Back in a minute.”
“Hurry.” He raises his eyebrows to accentuate his point. I smile and leave the room.
I walk out to the kitchen where I see Mum standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window. Her back is to me and she has the kettle on. I walk up behind her and cuddle her from behind.
“Hello, my beautiful Mum.” I smile. Shit, I hope I don’t smell like sex.
She turns and I see she is crying. My face falls. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
She shrugs and gets a handkerchief from her bag on the counter.
“I just have to watch her die. This is my worst nightmare happening again and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”