Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“What?”
Our eyes connect.
What started off as tender becomes rough and demanding.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”
I slide it into her pussy as far as it will go. Still playing with her swollen, sensitive nub, I manipulate it with the palm of my hand until she comes in the back of my throat.
The salty sweetness of her cum is delicious.
My dick throbs to the point of pain, so I unzip my slacks and pull out my cock. I instantly stroke it up and down as she watches through a hooded gaze while I eat her out.
She goes crazy with desire, cuming so goddamn hard again. Her juices drip down my face and throat, and I love every second of it. She even drenches the top of my button-down shirt. Locking my other arm around her thighs, I hold her down against the wall behind her.
She’s squirming, begging for mercy. Her breathing is heavy and deep, and her skin is bright pink and shimmers with a light film of sweat. She shines bright with the afterglow of her orgasms.
I’ll never tire of watching her come undone.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
Letting her rest for a couple of seconds, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and lick the rest from my lips, savoring it in my mouth for as long as I can. While I stand, I lick my fingers and show her exactly what she’s doing to me before I stick them in her mouth and make her lick them clean for me.
In one swift movement, I grip her thighs and slam her against the wall as I thrust my dick deep inside her. She jolts forward, feeling the impact of my cock. Her lips drop into a gorgeous “o” and her eyes go half lidded as I pull out deliciously slowly and then swiftly thrust up, filling her and fucking her like she’s mine to play with. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds me, fueling her to fuck her faster.
“You feel …” she moans, “so fucking big, Professor Wolf.”
“Words every man loves to hear.”
To prove my point, I pull out and slam back into her, which causes her body to inch higher on the white wall.
The feel of her cunt.
The taste of her cum.
The smell of her arousal.
My mind’s reeling with so many conflicting emotions that I can’t keep up with them. There’s so much I want to say, but I barely understand what’s wreaking havoc on my mind. I want to remember her just this way for the rest of the day. Her long hair spread all over her face. Her slightly flushed cheeks, and the blush creeping down her neck. How her lips are swollen from my touch, and her serene eyes glaze over.
So beautiful.
So captivating.
Everything I didn’t know I could have until this moment.
I love seeing every emotion I feel through her gaze as I thrust in and out of her pussy. Her bright eyes watch me passionately as I take what I need.
What she’s giving me.
Her body shudders. Her pussy fits me like a glove.
Tight.
Wet.
Warm.
I can come right then and there, but I want to feel more of her. Gripping her waist, I slam in and out of her, getting as far as I can inside her.
“Yeah, Brooklyn, just like that.”
She lets go, almost taking me with her. Hugging around her neck, I kiss her, Our mouths fuse, unable to get enough of one another. It seems like hours pass, and the whole world is left behind us.
If only we can be so lucky.
“Ronan…” she moans. Her pussy pulsates around my shaft, clamping down hard.
It feels so good. I thrust in and out a few more times until I can’t hold back any longer and lose myself deep inside her.
CHAPTER 7
Brooklyn
My fingertips play along my lips, and my body heats instantly at his memory. I quickly put my hand back in my lap and glance around. It’s not like anyone in this café courtyard will know what I’m thinking, but the very thought of that kiss from Ro feels like a sin, and I will be judged for it.
My lips, my throat, every little bit of me.
He kissed me like I was his to do with what he pleased, and I fucking loved it. He’s lucky I didn’t smack him, though, and that his arrogant ass left before I could wrap my head around what had happened.
It’s either I’m truly fucked up for loving this tension with him, or it’s some kind of avoidance of reality. Like I’m into Ro just so I can deny what we did was wrong. I imagine my old therapist, who gave up on me, would say something like that. I’m not sure exactly what she’d say, to be honest, or what buzzwords would come out of her mouth. I know what I’d tell her, though.