Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
The water drips from her bra covered nipples, lingering a moment longer than I like. Yes, I am jealous of fucking water. Anything that touches her is cursed by me. “Take your bra off, baby.” I am no longer myself right now. I am a man who has the most beautiful woman in the world sucking him off and fuck, it is better than porn.
She pulls her mouth off my cock, gasping for breath. “Yes, Geeb.” This girl is trying to kill me. She pulls her arms through the straps and lets it fall to the floor. I suck in a breath when once again I am inside of her mouth, but it is also because her breasts are so fucking big, her areolas wide and perfectly pink. But her nipples, her nipples are fat and distended. They are more than a mouthful, enough to nurse a grown man once the babies have been fed.
I reach my hand down and pluck one of the buds, smacking it and watching it bounce. She cries in her throat, practically swallowing my prick because of her sudden noise. Her eyes begin to water and her nose drips when I fuck further into her throat, my hand holding her head as I hit the back of her throat. “Lord forgive me,” I say in my head once again.
Over and over I smack her tits, the bouncing gives me more ideas for how to make them bounce even more. Like when she is riding my cock. “Oh shit. Oh fuck.” Apparently that vision was more than I could handle. I feel my balls draw up and the tell-tale tingle in my cock right before I explode. “I am about to mark the inside of your mouth, Siren. I want you to swallow every last drop.” She nods right as everything I have been holding in since the moment I brought her home loads her mouth. When her throat bobs up and down, I pull out of her mouth and spray her chest and face.
Holding my hand out, I help her up and pull her into my arms. Seeing her mouth so swollen makes me hard once again. She gasps, but before she can say anything, my mouth is on hers. She moans, her arms around my neck. I grip her hips, anchoring her to my body, not ready to let go. I have no idea how long we stay in that shower, but I will tell you one thing, I am going to do whatever I must in order to have more moments like these. Now that I have felt her, I am never letting her go.
Chapter Eight
Ada
Four Days Later
His kisses are everything. I don’t have anything to compare them to, but they make me so happy. We are lying in bed and all we have done is kiss, except the one time he let me suck him. He was hard, thick, and long. I get wet just thinking about it. I want it in me. Like I said, I love when he kisses me, but I’m ready for more. I want him to own every inch of me.
“Are we ever going to move past this?” I ask when we take a break for air. I can feel his hard length against my bare thigh, but he still hasn’t touched me, other than my lips.
“What?” he asks, leaning up on his elbow and looking down at me.
“We haven’t done anything more than kiss, even though I can’t be any clearer that I want you. Do you not find me attractive or something?” I ask, dreading the answer. What if he doesn’t? How can we move past that? I bit my lip waiting for him to answer me.
“God, no. Ada, surely you know how beautiful you are. You are a fucking goddess come down to Earth to tempt man. It’s me who should be worried about you not being attracted to me,” he says, and my mouth falls open.
“What?” It’s my turn to ask that. I am so confused. Surely to God he doesn’t really think that.
“I know you are just trying to make the best of this situation, Ada. You don’t have to make love with me for us to be happy. I know women don’t find me attractive. I’ve known it most of my life. Women have pretended to be interested in me for homework help, test answers, or cruel jokes. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do.”
“Have I given you the impression that I don’t find you attractive?” I ask, confused. Did I do or say something that I didn’t mean to? He has to know that I’m dying for him to touch me. To take me. To use me. To break me and put me back together. Surely he knows that…