Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I drag one finger through her juices, testing and teasing at her opening, before slowly pushing into her. Her groan of pleasure is music to my ears, and she takes my finger so easily, I immediately add another one. I fuck her with two thick fingers, curling them up to stroke along her front wall.
“Oh,” she sighs as she suddenly grabs ahold of my hair with one hand and the couch with the other. “There.”
I chuckle darkly. I know where she needs to be touched, but I need to discover how she likes it. Slow, soft, and gentle? Rough, fast, and hard? Somewhere in between? Both?
Fuck.
I shift uncomfortably, my slacks squeezing my cock to the point of near pain. But I stay focused on Janey. This is for her.
Petting that spot inside, I kiss everywhere but exactly where she wants me. I want her on my hand first so I can watch her take me, my fingers disappearing inside her warmth and reappearing glistening with her arousal. I drive into her slow and deep, grinding her clit with my palm every few strokes, and it’s not long before she’s soaking my hand and her cries are getting louder and higher pitched. I press down on her belly, right over her curls, and plunge my fingers into her again and again, pushing her to the point of no return.
With a soft, breathless cry, she shatters. Spasms rack through her body, and she bucks wildly as she chases her pleasure, and I stay with her the whole time, drawing it out as long as possible until her movements become jerky like she’s trying to get away.
I growl. “Good girl. That’s one.”
She laughs like I’m joking, but I’m dead serious. Especially when I slip my fingers into my mouth, sucking her orgasm from them and savoring every bit, which makes her eyes pop open wide in surprise.
Has no one ever appreciated her this way? Their fucking loss because she’s sweet as nectar, and I can’t wait for more.
Holding her arms out to welcome me into her embrace, she says, “I can’t do more. Just come here.”
I let her pull me on top of her and pin her with my weight to kiss her deeply, wanting her to taste how delicious she is. When her tongue touches mine, she quivers, and I let her memorize her specialness before starting all over again . . . laying kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to her breasts. I kiss over her belly, trace part of her tattoo with my tongue, and worship her entire body before finally settling back between her thighs.
“Cole?” she whispers.
“Mmhmm?” I answer, already looking at her pretty, puffy lips and anticipating how good she’s going to taste. And more importantly, how good I’m going to make her feel.
“You don’t have to—” she starts.
I cut her off, growling, “I get to, Janey. I haven’t done a damn thing I haven’t wanted to in years. This?” I lick a long line from her entrance to her clit and groan at her sweetness as she shudders. “I get to do, and it’s a fucking honor.”
“Oh,” she murmurs, still not sure. A second later, she repeats the sound, only it’s a whole lot more pleasure-filled because I’m devouring her like a starving man. The slight taste from my fingers is nothing like drinking directly from her. I was gentle before, but I’m impatient for more now and I’m working her hard and deep.
My fingers find that spot inside again, and I pump into her quickly as I batter her clit with my tongue. She’s going crazy beneath me, somehow fighting me off and holding me to her all at the same time. “I–I . . . oh, my God!” she shouts, coming again.
I don’t go easy on her. She’s proving she can handle it, so I take the flat of my fingers and swipe them across her entire pussy so fast that my hand’s a blur. She comes again, or maybe she’s still coming? I’m not sure, but her face is contorted in pleasure, her mouth open and eyes squinched shut, and her short nails are digging into my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll leave her a mess like this.
I’m not going anywhere.
Except I’ve got to get out of these fucking pants.
When she’s recovering, I stand up and shove my slacks and underwear off as fast as I can. My cock virtually sighs in relief at the freedom until I take myself in hand, squeezing tightly at my base to stave off the orgasm that’s already too close. She said it’d been a long time for her. Well, it’s been a while for me too, and I’m afraid I’m going to come too quickly and not get to enjoy being inside Janey for as long as I’d like.