Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“I don’t want it to feel too good, though,” he says. “Not yet.”
He removes his hand, and I whimper at the lost contact. Then he takes the two fingers that have been inside me and slides them between his lips. “Delicious,” he says. “I want more of that.”
He positions himself between my thighs, and I bring my legs up. He presses my knees wide, exposing me to his stare.
“God, what a beautiful pussy,” he says. “I can see how wet you are. How ready you are for more of me.”
I whimper as his tongue connects with my clit. His hot breath, his quick tongue, and his sharp teeth all work together to make me throb and pulse. I arch my back, I’m so overwhelmed with the way he seems to know exactly how much pressure to apply, the exact right rhythm.
“Hunter,” I scream.
He pulls back, and I feel cool air on my pussy.
“Fuck. I have to be inside you.” He grabs a condom from the dresser and rips it open. “I’m about to come just from tasting you. Just from hearing your sounds.” He rolls on the condom and drives into me, hard and fast. “I can’t get enough of you.” His arms cage me in as he thrusts into me, and the feeling of fullness is in such a stark contrast to his tongue that it wakes a different part of my climax. I move my body so we’re in sync. Sweat sheens his body, making him more god than man as he looms above me.
All I can think about is how I don’t want this to end.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he gasps out, barely able to form words.
“You feel so good. I want you to fuck me like this every day.” My words are scrambled, but I have no choice but to tell him.
“Like we fit.”
Like we’re perfect together.
I clench at the thought, and our eyes widen as we both tip over into bliss at the exact same moment.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat-covered torso pinned against mine, panting, exhausted, satiated. The weight of him makes me feel safe and cared for and yes, like he’s perfect for me. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
“Fuck, Lucy. If there was an Olympics for sex, we’d take gold for sure.”
My stomach makes a gurgling sound, and I laugh.
“Was that you?”
“We skipped dinner, remember?”
“Let me get my phone. We can order something.”
I prop my head up on my hand as I watch him locate his phone. He has such a nice ass. A nice back. A really great penis.
He must feel me watching him, because he glances over at me as he picks up his phone. “What?”
I shrug. “Just watching you.”
“You want me to fuck you again before the food comes?”
Even though I should be spent and exhausted, somehow, he stokes desire in me again. “Maybe,” I say.
“Jesus Christ. Let’s order, or we’re going to get into it again and you’re going to die of hunger before any food actually arrives.”
“Sounds good,” I say.
“Unless you want to go out,” he says, throwing me a look I can’t quite place. “I mean, I don’t want you to think this is just about . . . You know, we were meant to go to dinner, and we only managed a drink and—”
“I know this isn’t just sex,” I blurt out. I had to say it. I had to lay my cards on the table, almost like a challenge.
“Right,” he says. “It’s more than that.” He presses a kiss to my head. “But the sex is phenomenal.”
“Right,” I reply. “The sex is great.”
I sit up on the bed, my legs crossed so he can see my pussy.
“Let me order something that will take at least forty minutes.”
I lean back, watching him as he hits his phone frantically, over and over, then tosses it over his shoulder. “Sustenance is on its way. In the meantime—”
He grabs an ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed.
His cock rears in front of me, and I’m just at the perfect height. I take his hands and put them on my head. I want him to take what he needs from me.
I circle my tongue at the base of his cock and bring it up to the crown. He groans above me. There’s renewed wetness between my legs at the sound of his pleasure. At the sound of my power over him. I want more.
I scoot back on the bed, then flip so I’m on my back, my head tipped back on the edge of the mattress. I glance up at him, and his eyes flare. I bring my knees up and drop them to the side before sliding my hand between my thighs.
“No,” he thunders. “That’s mine.” He grabs my wrist and takes my fingers in his mouth, sucking my wetness off. It’s so wanton, dirty, and sexy. I’ve never had sex like this with someone before, where there are no barriers or embarrassment. There’s only what makes each other feel good.