Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“I’m not coming down your throat,” I tell her, pulling my cock out of her mouth as she groans. “I told you where I’m going to come,” I remind her, getting off the couch. “I want to watch you play with yourself.” I direct her as she lies back on the couch naked, her pussy glistening from my tongue and then my fingers. “You are going to listen to everything I say, and after, I’m going to make you come hard,” I inform her, licking the fingers that were just inside her. “Slide your hands down your chest, making your nails graze over your nipples,” I instruct her, watching her do it while I unbutton my shirt. “Move your hand slowly down your stomach until you get to your clit.” My eyes are glued to her hands, watching every single movement. “Move your middle finger over your slit in little circles.” I undo the last button before shrugging it off my shoulders. “Then move that finger down and inside you.” She does everything I tell her and my cock gets even harder, so hard I have to grip it in my hand in a fist. “In and out, baby,” I tell her as she does what I say, “add another finger.”
“Yes,” she pants out, adding another finger. Her hips come up to meet her fingers, going faster and faster now. I kick my boots off, then my jeans as I see her eyes close and her breathing starting to come in soft pants. Once I have my pants in a pile on the floor next to her clothes, I walk toward her. My hand comes out to play with her clit while she finger-fucks herself. “Yes,” she says again, her eyes fluttering open. I can see she’s almost there by the way her chest rises and falls, the way her hips are moving more frantically than before, her fingers trying to get deeper. I know she’s fucking there, and I know I should let her have it, but I’m greedy for it. I want to be the one who brings her all the pleasure. I want to be the one who makes her come. I move her hand away from her as I bend to suck her fingers into my mouth. “Caleb,” she whines, “I was right there.”
“I know.” I bend my legs to make sure my cock lines up with her. Moving one leg over my shoulder, I rub my cock up and down her slit before sliding into her. I move in and out of her. My lips hovering over her as I fuck her. “Fuck, baby,” I swear as I thrust into her, “you are so wet”—I pull out and move my hips—“so tight.” I move my hand up to grab her tit. “Fucking mine,” I declare as she meets my thrusts, faster and faster. Our eyes locked on each other, I can feel her getting tighter and tighter. I can feel myself get closer and closer to the edge. I grip her waist in my hands, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her knees. “Hold on,” I warn her as I slam into her. She holds on to the back of the couch as I pound into her from behind. My hand goes to her clit and works it at the same time as I fuck her. Her hand joins mine as she comes all over me. Her juices gush over my cock, leaking out and down my balls. “You just soaked me,” I grit between clenched teeth, holding on until she’s done before pulling out and gripping my cock. She looks over her shoulder at me as I come on her ass. My hand moves up and down my cock, shooting my cum on her.
“You know that I can’t move now,” she announces, pushing her ass into my cock, “or I’ll drip cum all over my brand-new couch.” She moves her hand to her ass, rubbing my cum into her skin. “Is it all in there?” she asks, and I nod as she then licks her fingers clean. “I need a shower.” She moves to me, kissing under my chin before walking toward the stairs.
“You know what else you need?” I turn toward the stairs and follow her up there. “My cum down your throat.” I chase her as she laughs all the way to the bathroom. The shower takes us so long that the water turns ice cold by the time I get out, leaving her moving from one foot to the other to rinse off the soap.
“I’m freezing,” she grumbles, coming out of the shower, and I wrap her in a white towel.
“What do you want to eat for dinner?” I ask as she dries herself off. I watch her, and it suddenly dawns on me that she might not be here for the long haul.