Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Knowing she hasn’t been touched… Knowing I’m the first man to see her like this—exposed and vulnerable… It changes something in me. It makes me desperate to get her off. It makes me want to show her why waiting was the best thing she could have ever done.
My mouth waters as I pull her legs over my shoulders, press my mouth against her wet heat and taste her for the first time.
Fuuucccckkkkk… This pussy is incredible. It’s pure heaven.
Once my mouth is on her, there’s no chance of going slow. I can’t be gentle. Not like this. Not right now. I fucking devour her, sliding my tongue into her tight hole, licking her folds, sucking on her clit.
She whimpers and moans as she clings to the counter, her head dropping back, her lips parting, her eyes squeezing shut. I cover my beard with her juices as she rocks her hips, pressing her wet heat against my hungry mouth.
I savor every lick, wanting more and more. I can’t get enough.
I flatten my tongue and drag it up her hot, tasty slit, slow and firm, before circling her clit with the tip until she gasps my name. That sound—“Emmanuel”—in that breathy, wrecked voice… It awakens something primal inside me. Something that will never let this girl go.
I groan against her throbbing clit and she starts writhing against me, gripping fistfuls of my hair, legs shaking on my shoulders. I flick her clit with my tongue and she cries out, desperate and unhinged. I can tell she’s close…
“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Give it to me. Let me taste every drop. Come undone for your man.”
I slide two fingers inside her virgin hole, slow and deep, and she clenches around me so tight my heart stops for a second.
“Oh, Emmanuel,” she moans as I bury my fingers in to the knuckle. “Oh god.”
I put my mouth back on her, sucking her pussy until she cums undone. Her body bucks and she screams out loud, pussy clenching on my fingers as she cums hard. She nearly yanks a fistful of my hair out as she shakes on the counter, her legs trembling, her pussy squeezing and pulsing.
I keep my mouth on her as her orgasm floods her veins, turning every inch of her body into a haven of bliss. I wait until she stops gasping and shaking wildly to ease my mouth away. Her taste still lingers on my tongue—sweet and addictive. I’m already hooked. I’ll have to taste her honey at least once a day from now on. I won’t be able to stop myself.
I press one last kiss to her swollen, sensitive clit before I pull back and look up at her.
She’s wrecked.
Eyes glassy. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted as she pants for breath, still shaking from the aftershocks. Her hair is a wild mess, but it makes her look so fucking sexy. She’s beautiful like this—completely undone, body slack, face dazed like I just gave her the best high of her life. There’s no more shyness or hesitation now. Her legs are spread open, wet pussy completely exposed, and she doesn’t seem to care in the least.
I stand slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my chest heaving. “How did that feel, baby?” I whisper, voice rough from restraint and pure fucking awe.
She blinks up at me, dazed. Her head lolls slightly and she gives me the faintest, dreamy smile.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she whispers.
I grin and lean in, brushing my nose against hers. “That’s a good sign.”
She laughs—soft and breathless—and my heart squeezes in my chest.
I slide my arms under her thighs and back, lifting her gently off the counter like she weighs nothing. She melts into me, her head resting on my shoulder, her bare skin pressed against my chest.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, holding her close, excited to get that shirt and bra off. I don’t want anything between us.
I glance over at Cutter as I carry her down the hall. He’s still out cold, which I don’t mind now. I don’t want him interrupting us.
Lucy’s soft breaths warm my neck as I look for her bedroom. I spot her office and then I find her room, nudging the door open with my foot. The lamp is on, the light low and romantic. It’s perfect.
I lay her down gently on the bed, lowering her head onto a pillow, watching her like I can’t believe she’s real. I’m still not convinced this isn’t a dream. Maybe it’s a figment of my imagination. Whatever it is, I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.
My cock is still hard and aching, but I don’t rush.
There’s no need. We have all night. We have forever.
Her eyes open as I take her shirt and gently pull it off. She lifts her arms and I pull it over her head. I forget how to breathe when I see her breasts popping out of her lacy white bra.