Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I lower my mouth to her hips, yank off her panties, and spread her legs.
“Vadka,” she whispers.
“Open,” I order, nudging her thighs apart. “Spread your legs for me. Give me that sweet, wet cunt. I want to taste you.”
Biting her lip, she holds my gaze as she spreads her legs, and I groan. Motherfucker she’s wet and hot, and I fucking want her. I taste her clit and moan again, nuzzling the tip of my tongue in her center before I lap lazily. My eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and she moans my name as her fingers tangle in my hair.
She’s soaked, glowing with heat, slick with want. My mouth waters. My cock throbs. Every ounce of control I’ve had unravels as I spread her legs wider and drop to my knees. I’ve tasted, and now I want to feast.
I press a kiss to her thigh reverently, then another, slower, higher, my hands spreading her wider as I settle between her legs. I love worshipping her like this. I love the way her breath catches, and she trembles. I love the way my rough, darker hands look against her soft, pale thighs as I spread her wide and inhale the scent of her sex.
I groan and hear her sharp inhale. I smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and when I finally lean back in to give her the faintest stroke of my tongue—just a tease—she gasps like she’s been waiting for this forever.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I growl, my voice ragged, lips dragging over the sensitive, damp, delicate skin of her thigh. She arches, desperate, already panting. And then I really taste her.
One long, slow stroke, savoring the way she tastes on my tongue. I grind my mouth into her harder as her hips buck and her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling like she can’t help herself. I nip her clit, just enough to make her hiss and her hips jerk.
“Be a good girl,” I whisper into her thighs.
“Yes,” she whispers, breathless. “Fuck yes.”
I smile against her, then flatten my tongue and lick again, slow and deep, dipping into her and dragging upward, circling her clit in lazy, wet strokes. Her thighs tremble. I love it. I want her to come undone on my mouth. I want her to lose herself to me. It’s vulnerable and erotic, and I’m fucking savoring every second.
I suck her clit into my mouth, gently at first, teasing her with the rhythm, then her whole body arches. I don’t stop. I won’t. I wrap my arms under her thighs and press her down, holding her in place as I work a slow, relentless rhythm.
My tongue flicks and swirls, strokes. My mouth devours. Worships. She’s a fucking miracle, and I’m starving.
Her cries are sharper now, desperate and sweet and broken. She rolls her hips against me, chasing more—faster, deeper, harder—and I give it to her. I drag two fingers through her wet heat and curl them inside her. She wails, desperate and needy.
“My god, please don’t stop. Please keep going, just like that,” she says in a heated whisper, clutching me as if I’ll keep her from drowning, and she’s sinking lower.
Stop? I’m just getting started.
I drive my fingers in deep, tongue circling, lapping, until I feel her come apart. Her thighs clamp. Her stomach tightens. Her moans rise into a crescendo.
She shatters. My cock jerks. Her body writhes against me, her muscles contracting as she comes so fucking hard, pulsing around my fingers. I keep going, easing her through it, licking her softer now, gently, as she trembles and whimpers and clings to me.
And when she finally collapses, breathless and shaking, I kiss her one more time.
“I could do this all fucking night.”
“Oh my god.” She moans, wrecked. “I’d fucking die.”
My chuckle is low and wicked as I slowly rise and strip off my clothes, my cock thick and straining between us.
“On your hands and knees. Tits down, ass up, spread wide for me, Ruthie.”
I give her a good slap to the ass, and she squeals. My cock throbs at the sight of my handprint across her perfect ass cheek.
My name’s still trembling on her lips when I rise, towering over her, breathing hard, cock swollen and aching with need. She looks up at me with glassy, thoroughly fucked eyes, lips parted, her skin glowing with sweat and satisfaction—and I’m not done with her. Not even close.
She scrambles to obey, still trembling as she turns over, arching for me, offering herself like something sacred and filthy all at once. Her ass is high, thighs parted just enough to make my breath catch. She's dripping. Flushed. Mine.
I palm her ass and give it a firm smack, watching it jiggle, loving the sound of her sharp gasp. A perfect little squeal. My twin handprints rise fast and red across her cheek, and I groan, barely restraining the urge to slam into her right then and there.