Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“Now let’s go to bed, I haven’t had you in two and a half days and my dick’s hungry.” I looked down at his zipper and sure enough something was on the rise.
Could I really relax and enjoy the fact that my body can do that to him? Dare I believe that we can have something more than a few rounds in the sack? Or will things change the moment I give in and accept him at his word?
He’s right about one thing. I hid behind that false wall of confidence for so long that I’d come to believe in it myself. Now it was exposed, out in the open and I have to deal with what is.
Why am I still so afraid of getting hurt? How had I hidden those fears so well all these years? I didn’t know I still had this in me. That at the first sign of something that could touch me deeper than the surface I would want to crawl back into my safe place and hide.
“Oh for fuck sake.” I went airborne two seconds after his outburst and wound up over his shoulder. I’d been so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I hadn’t even realized he’d dragged me into his bedroom.
His hands weren’t too gentle when he put me back on my feet and pulled at my clothes or when he threw me down on his bed. And I was so not ready for the way he fell between my thighs, lifted my legs in the air and dove in. When he acts like this I can almost believe that he’s as affected by me as I am him. That he desires me as much.
17
Devlin
What an annoying ass female. I guess words don’t work with this one, so I’m gonna have to show her. She doesn’t seem to understand that this shit is as new to me as it is her.
I guess I knew that she was hiding some shit beneath all that bravado of hers. After all didn’t I too tell myself that she wasn’t my type? Maybe she’s had to deal with that ignorant shit her whole life who knows.
I’m happy as fuck that no one else was able to get past her barriers before me. And if she needs me to prove shit to her everyday then so be it. Right now I was proving that shit the only way I know how.
I had my mouth attached to her pussy and my tongue buried deep. As to taste, I don’t know what mine was before she came along. Sure I had a type, but now that I think about it, was that really true, or is it that that’s the kind of woman that gravitated towards me?
What would’ve happened had this one not moved in next door to me? Would I never have known what it feels like to be buried deep inside someone, whose body was so tight? To feel the plush softness of her rounded figure beneath my much harder one? What a loss that would’ve been.
I put aside heavy thoughts and concentrated on making her feel good. Instead of gorging myself the way I’ve imagined the past couple of days, I took my time. Maybe now she’d get the message, if not by word then by deed.
I touched her everywhere, paying special attention to her tummy before making my way to her tits which were my greatest fascination with her amazing body. Not that the rest of her wasn’t fine, like her ass, and let’s not talk about her cunt.
But her breasts just always draw me in. I played with them, lifting, weighing, licking, until she grew restless. She grabbed my head, making me laugh as she led her nipple to my mouth.
We both moaned with pleasure as soon as my lips closed around that morsel. I had a wayward vision of my son or daughter feeding at her tit like this and my dick spat precum all over her leg and mine.
My hand kneaded her tummy and I pressed my cock into her thigh for some relief as I fed on her nipple, chewing, nibbling, and sucking. All the while she rubbed her legs together and tried pulling me between them.
“Not yet. I want to taste your pussy again before I fuck it.” Her whole body turned red and she helped me along, using her hands to push me down her body until I was right where she wanted me, where I wanted to be.
This time I spread her fat pussy lips open and admired a thing of beauty. She was pink and dewy and when I opened her I could see into her deep where my cock was going to be before long. For the first time I got philosophical in bed.
Just what is it about her pussy that makes it different to all the others? Why can’t I get enough of her, of it? And why do I know deep in my bones that this pussy will be the last one I sample?