Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“I have an itch, Mark,” she says softly. “An itch that only you can scratch.”
“Is that so?” I ask her as she grinds her hips on my already hard cock.
“That is very so,” she says. When she leans in closer, I take her mouth. My hand moves up her back, her tongue tasting of strawberry and orange. Her head tilts to the side in order to deepen the kiss. She wants to be in charge, and just for a minute, I’m going to let her.
When her hands go from my chest to my hair is when I take over. I wrap one arm around her waist and stand, her mouth leaving mine as she yelps. “Time to show you my bedroom.” Her legs wrap around my waist.
“That sounds like a great idea.” She smiles, moving her mouth close to my ear. “Besides …” She nips my earlobe as I walk through the doorway, and I want to press her against the glass window. “It’s time to show you my vagina.”
Chapter Seven
Vivienne
My hands go into his hair, and I slam my mouth onto his as he carries me through his house. Sitting in front of him and hearing him tell me that he doesn’t know where this is going was nerve-wracking, but there is only one place for this to go. In a week, he’ll move along and so will I.
His tongue rolls with mine, and the anticipation of what’s to come gets all my senses going. The little flutters start again in my stomach, and this time, I know it’s just because I’m eager to finally get some dick. My heart hammers in my chest, which is new, but I guess it’s been a while, so every part of me is excited. I moan into his mouth when he stops moving, and I look around his bedroom. The wall of windows provides a view of the river, and the sun shines in. His king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with two chaises on one side and then a sofa on the other. His room is massive, and I’m going to fuck him on every single surface.
“This is nice,” I tell him, and he just attacks my neck. He sucks in and then bites down, and it shoots straight through me. One hand wraps around my waist to hold me up, and he uses the other one to pull down my shirt, snapping the spaghetti strap. My breast suddenly feels the cool air right before he leans down and bites the pebble tip, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure that I throw my head back and moan. He pulls it into his mouth and then twirls his tongue around it. I’m almost feverish trying to get off him and get him naked.
“Naked,” I say while he assaults my nipple, and I can’t do anything except close my eyes. I’m focusing on his tongue and teeth, and I swear I’m one touch away from having an orgasm. It’s at the tip of my toes, working its way up, and my breathing gets a little bit more intense. I can taste it, and just like that, he stops what he’s doing.
Again, I moan, but this time in frustration. “I was so close.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” he tells me, and I swear I want to push him down and plant myself on his cock and take what I want. He tosses me onto the bed, and I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. I didn’t really check him out before. He grabs his shirt from the back, and I watch as he pulls it over his head. I thought he would be like this, but it’s better; it’s so much fucking better. Everything is defined, his pecs are perfect and round, and his abs are on fucking point. His body is tanned and his chest so wide; not one thing on his body is bad. I look down and see his cock trying to get out, and from the looks of his shorts, he’s hard as a rock in every single place.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” I ask him. “I can start without you.”
“You touch yourself, and then I won’t make you come the whole time,” he says with his eyes focused on mine. “I’ll eat your pussy so hard, and I won’t make you come.”
“Is that a fact?” I ask him, and I’m almost tempted to play with myself, but something about the way he looks at me stops me.
“Not a fact. It’s the truth,” he says with authority, and I know he’ll do it. “Show me your pussy,” he asks. No, he demands.
I open my legs, bending them at the knees, and the skirt falls to the sides, giving him a full view of what he wants to see. I picked this dress for just this reason, the easy access. He moves so fast; one second, he’s standing by the bed, and the next, his mouth is on my pussy. His tongue slips through my folds, and I feel his tongue fuck me. I grip his head with one of my hands, and he stops. My eyes peel open to look at him, his eyes almost black. I watch him as he licks up to my clit, then sucks it in. My eyes automatically close, and I feel one of his fingers slide in me. My hips move up on their own, my legs open wider. He slips another finger in me, and my stomach dips. I feel his body moving over me, his mouth latching onto my nipple as he fucks me slowly with his fingers. His tongue moves up my chest to my neck, and then his mouth is on mine, and I taste myself on him. I kiss him frantically while my hips move with his fingers.