Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Grabbing her hand, I stop her and pull her back to stand between my legs. “Kiss me,” I demand, wrapping my hands around her waist. I wait for her to touch her mouth to mine then fist my hand in her hair at the back of her neck to keep her in place. I take over, nipping her lip until her mouth opens so my tongue can slide between her lips. The first touch of her tongue against mine and her taste flooding my mouth are enough to bring me from hard to painfully erect. I can’t get enough of her taste, and the thought of eating her instead of food is sounding better by the second.
“You need to eat,” she breathes against my mouth, trying to pull away.
“Come sit on the table and feed me then,” I take her mouth again then adjust my legs, sliding one between hers while pulling her down so she’s straddling my thigh. Feeling the heat of her pussy through my slacks drives me to take the kiss deeper.
“Sven!” she cries as I move us to the floor and slip her shirt off over her head.
“Shhhh.” I grab both of her wrists and pull them up above her head. “Keep them there,” I tell her, kissing her neck then down over the edge of her lace bra, over her stomach, then along the edge of her cotton shorts.
Grabbing the waist, I drag them down her ass and sit back long enough to pull them off her legs. Spreading her thighs wide, I take in the beauty of her body then duck my head to run my tongue up her center, collecting her sweet taste on my tongue. “Fuck, I could live off your essence alone and never go hungry.”
“Oh, God.” Looking up her body, I see her eyes are closed and her chest is rising and falling quickly. Licking up her center again and again, I build her up until I know she’s right on the brink then slide two fingers into her and suck her clit into my mouth, pulling hard until she’s screaming and flooding my mouth. Grabbing a condom out of my pocket, I make quick work of my pants and slide it on, adjusting her hips and burying myself deep within her.
Dropping my head forward, I breathe in through my nose, trying to control the urge to come. Her tight heat is still pulsing with her orgasm, squeezing my cock in rapid succession.
“Sven,” she gasps, lifting her legs, wrapping them around my back.
“Fuck, baby, that’s not helping. You wrapped around me, feeling your pussy gripping me like it never wants to let me go, is driving me to the brink of losing control,” I confess on a groan, pulling out slowly as her walls try to grab and drag me back in. Grabbing her hands, I keep them above her, pressed to the floor.
As I rock in and out of her slowly at first, I then pick up the pace, dipping my head and rolling my tongue around her nipple, and then bite the tip and tug. Her core tightening and her loud moan have me kissing across her chest to her other nipple, rolling my tongue around it and biting the tip, tugging it, too. Her loud cries and the way her head starts to thrash tell me that she’s close. Holding her wrists with one hand, I glide my fingers down her side then move them between her legs, strumming her clit.
Her scream fills the house and I slam my mouth down over hers, groaning down her throat as my own orgasm suddenly crashes over me. As I release her wrists, her arms wrap around my shoulders, and she lifts her head, burying her face against my neck.
“You okay, baby?” I question, turning my mouth toward her ear.
“Yeah,” she breathes as I pull her face back so I can see her eyes.
“Good,” I whisper softly, pulling out of her slowly, hearing her mewl of loss. Kissing her forehead then her lips, I help her up then smile when she turns and abruptly drops to her hands and knees, turning red as she looks around.
“What are you doing?”
“The blinds are open,” she hisses, crawling toward her shirt on the floor. Groaning, I feel myself get hard once more as I watch her ass bounce. Grabbing her shirt, I hand it to her, slip off the condom, and adjust my pants. I go to the blinds in the dining room and close them while she puts on her shorts. “Your food is probably cold now.” She frowns as I toss the condom in the garbage.
“It was worth it,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around her waist when she brings my plate to the microwave. “Actually, I’m not even hungry anymore,” I nip her neck, making her giggle a sound I don’t think I’ve ever heard her make, a noise I love so much that I plan on making her make it more often.