Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Dragging myself from her lips, I lay kisses along her jaw and down the side of her delicate neck, where I inhale the scent of her, warm and rich like honey. When I slide one of her bra straps from her shoulder, her breath catches. When she finally breathes again, I’m distracted by the rise and fall of her chest, her pale flesh rounding enticingly above the lacy cups.
I let my mouth explore, lining up more kisses along her collarbone, out to her shoulder, and then back across the tops of her breasts. She wiggles in my lap, shimmying closer, rubbing against me, and I wonder if she can feel how hard I’m getting. Will my monster scare her off? She grinds down on me, and her mouth curves into a small smile.
I graze my lips over the lace of her bra, finding a hardened nipple beneath and nipping at it. She arches her back, wanting more, so I pull the cup down, revealing the most beautiful breast I’ve ever seen. Perfect size, perfect shape, and the most perfectly delicious cherry pink nipple, which goes harder still when I take it between my lips.
I roll her pebbled peak in my mouth and gently nip at it with my teeth, receiving more sexy purrs in return. My fingers find her other breast, and as soon as it’s exposed, I taste it too.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I murmur as I unhook her bra and bury my face between her mounds, licking the center of her chest, fighting an urge to mark her and claim her as my own. This possessive thought reminds me that we’re not alone, but I don’t care if I’m being selfish. They were with her last night; now it’s my turn.
When she grinds against me and makes a little moaning sound, I can’t sit any longer; my growing erection makes it too uncomfortable. I lift Autumn off of my lap and smile to myself when she looks disappointed. “Hang on,” I say, setting her on the chair and grabbing the blanket that was folded over the back. I spread it over the floor, shoving the coffee table back with my foot so there’ll be plenty of room.
I bring her down to the floor with another internal reminder to take my time. I want to rip her pants off and plunge inside what I know will be a tight, wet pussy. I want to fuck her so hard and deep that she’ll scream my name, but she’s not ready for that yet.
Instead, I stretch out beside her and bend over her, alternating between her lips and her breasts, unable to decide which is sweeter, glad I don’t have to choose.
She’s starting to touch me now, exploring the muscles in my arm and shoulder, squeezing and kneading, measuring me up. She can’t reach much of me, and that’s probably a good thing, because her hands are putting my patience to the test.
When I let my beard brush over her breasts and her belly, she giggles, and the sound may as well be a tiny hand wrapping itself around my dick.
“You like that?” I ask, repeating the motion, drawing more laughter out of her.
“My god, you’re taking too long,” Trevor says, coming down to join us on the floor. “Is that all you’re going to do is tease her?”
Trevor starts to open her jeans, but I push his hands away. “What’s your rush?”
“Don’t be such a greedy bastard,” Trevor says, but he shifts toward her head, giving Autumn one of his charming grins before bending down to kiss her.
Women like a lot of foreplay, and that’s all tonight is going to be, unless she gives the word that she wants more; but if Trevor was heading inside her pants, maybe that means he’s been there before, and that Autumn is up for play in that area too.
The button on her jeans is already open. I slide the zipper down, monitoring her response as I go, and she makes no move to protest. Filmy white lace lies beneath, barely concealing dark blond curls. I press my nose to the fabric, inhale, and send up a prayer for more patience. I work out daily and take pride in my gains, but it’s going to take more strength to go slow with this girl than it does to bench press 350 pounds.
When her jeans are off, I slowly slide her panties down, kissing the delicate skin of her belly and thighs. I continue to watch her for any signs of resistance, but Trevor is playing with her nipples and she’s starting to squirm. I slip her underwear off completely and toss it to the side before I spread her legs. She’s as wet as I knew she would be.
Patience may be helping me keep my dick in my pants, but I can’t stop myself from plunging my tongue right into her to gather those sweet juices. Her legs stiffen and she arches her back. When I flick my tongue over her clit, her body relaxes again and she lets out a small sigh.