Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I breathed out instantly.
He groaned and leaned in, the sound of him pressing his nose to the material making my lips part even more. And when he inhaled deeply, a gruff sound leaving him, a stab of desire tore through me so hard I actually lifted my hips and pressed myself against him.
“You smell so good. The most addicting thing I’ve ever been around.” His fingers were tight on the skin of my inner thighs. “I wonder if this pussy is as fucking sweet as you smell.”
I was all but hyperventilating at his dirty words. And while he kept his gaze latched onto my face, he leaned in that last inch, my panties still shoved aside, and flattened his tongue on my cleft, licking me in a drugging way.
I made a sharp sound in my throat at the feel of all that hot, wet heat, at the way he kept licking me from entrance to clit. Over and over again until I felt something tingle at the surface of my body and consciousness, readying to explode outward.
My belly was hollowing from the force of my breathing, and my arms shook from holding myself up. But I couldn’t stop. I had to watch.
“Mmm,” he hummed and sucked my clit into his mouth, causing my back to really arch, nearly forcing my eyes to close as the pleasure slammed into me. “I was right. Your pussy is so much sweeter than I could have ever imagined.” He moved back down and circled my hole, pressing the thick muscle in slightly before retreating and going back to my clit. “Addicting. I'll never get enough.” He sucked at my opening, and I moaned. “I’ll need to have my face buried between these pretty pale thighs every fucking night just to get my fix.”
Oh God. I was going to explode just from his words.
“Who’s licking this little pussy?”
My mind was in a haze as I let his words filter in.
“Who’s the only one who will ever kiss you here?” He emphasized that single word by doing just that, a soft, almost sweet kiss against my clit. “Who’s the only man who will ever know how sweet your cunt is?”
My hands ached at how tightly I tugged at the bedspread. I couldn’t form words as I watched him tongue me, over and over again until I was lost in the sight of him doing these carnal things to my body. This was the best kind of torment.
“Tell me, moy svet.” Those four words were a demand right before he sucked my clit into his mouth and gave a hard pull that sent me over the edge.
“You, Arlo. Only you,” I cried out as I came.
“Fuck yes.” His words were muffled against my flesh as he sucked and licked, nipped and stroked. I moaned when I felt him tease a finger along my pussy hole, my body tightening when he gently slid it inside me. “So fucking tight.” He sounded like he gritted those words out through clenched teeth.
He sucked my clit again as he did a slow thrust of his finger in and out of me. And when he added a second, the stretch and burn, the discomfort of having something inside me for the first time heightened my lust.
I bowed my back, my breasts thrusting out, my nipples tight and aching. I buried my hands in his short dark hair and tugged at the strands as hard as he’d pulled at mine. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him this was my first time… for anything, but I was so lost in the moment that all conscious thought was gone. Pulled out of my head as if it never had a place in there.
I came again, my arms giving out as I fell back on the bed, my hands slipping from his hair, my breath stuttering out of me. I let the pleasure wash through me until I was too exhausted to move, let alone ask Arlo to hold me.
“Look at me,” he said low, deeply.
I forced my eyes open and lifted my head to watch as he pulled his fingers out of me, my arousal glistening off his digits. He spread them along my inner thighs, the warmth of my pussy juices cooling almost instantly along my flesh. He leaned in and dragged his tongue along all that cream, lapping it up like he was starved for it.
He pulled back, made sure my panties were in place, adjusted my shirt down so I was covered, and then he was pulling me into his arms. My chest was right on his, and the sound of his frantically beating heart had me smiling. He might act outwardly like he was fine, controlled, but he couldn’t hide this.
I shifted closer, and I felt how hard he was. I pulled back and tipped my head in his direction. “What about you?” He cupped the side of my face, his thumb stroking over my cheek. Arlo didn’t say anything for long seconds, and when he leaned down and kissed me slowly and gently, I melted into him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.