Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Not yet, baby. I want to take you with me,” I ground out. She released me from her sweet grip and I took long breaths, trying to get myself together. I wanted to put her first. I had to.
I pulled her into my lap and slid down her zipper, peeling the straps of her dress off her bare shoulders, exposing her breasts, full and sensitive in my eager hands. I fondled her nipples, kneaded the sweet, lush flesh that made me go even impossible harder until my head went back and I had to breath in sharply to contain myself. She kissed me just beneath my chin and I claimed her mouth, unable to go another second. She sucked on my tongue, wanted more, our heads tilting to the perfect angle, that soul shaking first kiss striking me again and again with that same force. The electricity between us, the deep connection was there even stronger. She pushed her bare breasts into my palms by arching her back and I slid my mouth down her throat, taking little bites as I went just to feel her hips jerk in response, the heat between her legs so intense it felt like an inferno, the wild allure of her hot, wet pussy that would consume me like molten, liquid fire. I wanted it, but wanted her to come first, before I’d even allow myself the slightest sensation of her core wrapping around my cock. I felt like I was dying, like one or both of us would black out soon from the intense need, the breathless rush of our coupling with such abandon.
I gave in to the evidence of her fevered need, slipping one hand beneath her skirt and parting her slick folds. She cried out at he first touch. Reckless, I trailed one fingertip the length of her seam and then plunged two thick fingers into her. She came up off the bed, pumping on my fingers greedily as I scissored them inside her tight channel. I set my thumb on her clit and she screamed, a full-throated shout of completion as her body clenched and went rigid before spasming in my arms. I wrung more pleasure from her, rubbing a tight, relentless circle on her clit until she wept and begged me, first to stop because she couldn’t take any more and then never to stop, to keep making her come forever. As it was, I made her come again, her fingers digging into my shoulder as she rode my hand to get the pressure she needed, the angle she liked, and I withdrew a little only to push three fingers into her, penetrating her deeper just as she rocked back so my fingertips brushed the place inside her I knew she needed. If her first climax had been easy and quick, this one was a deep, wracking orgasm that had her bucking in my arms, reaching down to grasp my wrist and guide me in deeper, soaking me with a surge of her wetness. Her head whipped back, and an almost inhuman keening sound was ripped from her as slickness coated my palm suddenly as I cupped her pussy.
I stroked her gently, easing her down and then covered her lips with mine, sucked her tongue into my mouth, gentled her with slow kisses and caresses.
I slid down her body and nuzzled her core, placed soft kisses on her outer lips, felt the trembling of her sensitive tissues and the salty slickness there. I lapped at her, wanting every drop of the pleasure I’d wrung from her, eager to drink her down. I traced her sweet folds with the tip of my tongue, delicately. Then I sucked her clit, fastened my lips around the swollen bud and sucked for all I was worth. I pumped two fingers into her, brushing the spot on the front of her inner channel again and again. Her thighs tried to crush me, her hips twisted as I withdrew my fingers and rubbed my thumb along her outer seam, making her jerk with sensation. I gave her one final suck and then surged up her body, notching my cock at the sweet, wet core of her and thrusting in deeply for a first stroke.
No torment now, no slow seduction, only the raw need and slickness of penetration. Julie’s arms were around me and her lips parted for my mouth. I lowered myself and kissed her, our lips bumping together, sloppy and urgent as I pushed into her body, her softness yielding to me. She drew her knees up and I plunged deeper just the way she wanted. It was the fifth stroke into her tight, hot body that undid me. She clutched around me I grabbed her breast, rougher than I intended and pinched her nipple. She cried out in pleasure as another orgasm took her, and her pussy began to flutter and tighten around me, clenching hard. Her grip on my cock made me feel like she dragged the orgasm out of me, milking every drop of cum from me with her clutching, demanding body.