Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
All that I care about is what his fingers are doing to me – the tiny little circles they’re moving around on my clit and the perfect amount of pressure they’re pressing down at the same time.
Blake is a magician working complete magic on me.
Pleasure swells from my center, expanding rapidly out, enveloping my entire body, heightening the lust that’s been there since he was there when I woke up this morning. This morning has been one long tease, and having Blake’s fingers finally on me is the reason why I’m already so close to the edge.
I’m already deliciously frenzied and can feel the blissful wave pushing at me from within, expanding from everywhere at once, causing my muscles to tense up and my body to quiver and shake. I feel myself getting goosebumps and reach out with both hands to brace myself against the wall.
I don’t even need to say anything for Blake to understand.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Just like you do it, only with my fingers.”
His hand is still over my mouth, so all I can do is moan back against his rugged, callused palm as my climax sweeps over me and rocks me like I’m being hit by a truck.
I want to let loose and scream. I want to leap onto him, wrap my legs around his waist, and buck my hips against him with every single surge of my orgasm, but I can’t. I have to keep my back plastered against the wall and moan into his hand as one of the best climaxes of my life rocks me.
Bliss. Absolute bliss.
And the expression on Blake’s face as he watches me…
He loves this. He loves doing this to me – for me.
I’m dazed and gasping for breath as his hands seize my shoulders and manhandle me to my knees in front of him. He doesn’t even have to say a word. I just look up at him and know exactly what he wants from me.
“You know I’ve never done this before either, right?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He grins as he takes my right wrist and guides my hand to the bulge in his pants. “I’ll show you exactly what to do.”
My body is still buzzing with post-orgasmic euphoria as I do as he did moments before and pop the button of his pants and gently tug down the zipper, the whole time listening for any sound of my mom’s footsteps coming up the stairs. I don’t know why she’d be coming up, but on the off chance that she does, I want to be ready to spring into action and race for the bathroom.
This time, it’s up to me to free Blake’s massive cock from his briefs, which requires me digging my hand deep into his pants, gripping his thick shaft, and pulling.
It springs out with such force that it strikes me in the chin as though I’ve just been slapped by a few fingers. Blake and I both stifle our laughs, and I look up at him with innocent eyes that basically say tell me what to do.
“Open up,” he tells me, reaching one hand around to the back of my head. I of course obey, and he applies pressure, forcing me down over the head of his cock, which I take into my mouth.
The only thought in my mind is similar to the thought I had when we were downstairs on the couch, and that’s that there’s no way this enormous thing is going to fit. But I open as wide as I can and do the best that I can as Blake keeps pushing more and more of his inches down my throat.
I feel like a female prize kneeling beneath him, some member of the species that would have existed back in the olden days when men claimed the woman they wanted with brute force and raw masculinity. Each thrust of his cock threatens to gag me, but he pulls back just at the right point, making the whole thing feel roughly sensual and romantic at the same time.
“You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth,” he growls, running his fingers through my hair.
Hearing this just simply increases my desire to please him. The urge races through me, and even though I have no idea what I’m doing, I reach up and cup his balls with my hand, hoping that will increase his pleasure. And indeed it seems to.
Blake’s eyes close and his face tilts up toward the ceiling. His lips part, and a gentle moan falls from them. I have a feeling that if we both didn’t have to be so quiet right now, he’s be making a lot more noise.
“Christ, that feels so fucking good,” he says, keeping his voice low. I can feel his manhood growing even harder between my cheeks, along with just a slight salty wetness against my tongue. That must be pre-cum. I’ve heard of that before. He must be getting close.