Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I stand on my toes. He touches my chin, tilting it toward him, before reaching back to run his fingers into my hair. He grips tightly, and I cover his mouth with mine, kissing him hard and deep.
I have to tell him. I have to tell him right now.
But I won’t.
Instead, I fall into that kiss. I let myself ignore all the warnings and the reasons not to, all the other things I should be doing right now instead. All that passes over and through me, and I don’t care about any of it.
There’s only him, right here, right now.
Just for tonight. What a joke. Once I got a taste, I knew I couldn’t stop. I’m broken, crazy, a terrible person, and I don’t care.
It feels so fucking good to let his tongue stroke against mine. To feel his hand in my hair. To mouth into his lips as he pulls off my top and kisses my neck, pushing me back, stumbling me toward his bedroom. By the time we cross the threshold, I’m down to bra and panties, and he’s in only his boxer briefs.
His kisses my neck, my throat, bites my shoulder and my collarbone. His thumb strokes down my chest and he unhooks my bra. He teases my nipples, licks them, sucks them, before shoving me roughly onto the bed.
He steps out of his boxer briefs and I stare at his throbbing, hard cock.
“Come here,” he purrs and grabs my hair, dragging me to the edge of the bed. I sit there and let him kiss me, let his hand slip down between my legs, flipping beneath my panties. I moan as he slides his fingers along my slit, my soaking wet slit, and he sinks them deep inside. “What a filthy fucking girl,” he whispers.
“I am not,” I whimper as his fingers spread me wide and find the spot that makes my brain turn off. Pleasure rockets into me and I can only moan as he strokes in and out, rolling around my clit, only to go back to that spot again and again.
“Oh, you are, Webb,” he whispers and bites my lower lip. “Filthy fucking girl. You’re dripping wet right now. You’re practically soaking my palm. This is how you are whenever I’m around, isn’t it? You’re sitting there moaning as I fuck your pussy with my fingers and you’re riding that edge, ready to tip over any second. It’s too easy, you dirty fucking girl.”
He pulls back and I gasp, wanting him to keep going, desperate for it. Instead, he presses the tip of his cock against my lips, smearing his precum around my lips, before I take him into my mouth. His hand is rough in my hair as I suck him, moaning as I do it, my legs spread and my pulse ramming in my chest.
I’m riding that lightning, that desire, I’m burning up all over and I want him so bad it’s killing me. I take his cock into my mouth and let my spit roll down his shaft, and he growls his delight before yanking my head back. I gasp and he buries his mouth on mine.
He kisses me, tongue against mine, and drops to his knees, yanking my panties off.
I’m naked, entirely naked, spread and dripping as he tongues me, laps me up from top to bottom, sucking and licking my clit with these growls of utter pleasure. I roll my hips, grinding his face, and he grips my ass tight and shoves me back, taking control. His hands come up to tease my breasts, pinching my nipples, licking my pussy as he does it. I grab his hair and he moans as he goes faster and faster and faster, and my back arches, my eyes go glassy, the whole world is a kaleidoscope of pleasure and color and ecstasy.
“Your pussy is fucking delicious, you filthy fucking girl,” he says as he fucks me with his fingers. “Now I want to taste you as you come.” He licks my clit, still fucking me, and I can’t take it anymore. “Come for me, you filthy fucking girl.”
I orgasm against his mouth and he laps me up as it rips into my brain and explodes down my spine. I come with his name on my lips, moaning it over and over again, barely able to control myself. But slowly, my ears ringing, I begin to come back down as he slides back and stares at me, cock still hard and twitching with need.
I’m panting, sweating, and he’s smiling.
“Good girl.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Look at you. So beautiful. With that lovely, soaking, messy little pussy. You like to spread your legs and take me, don’t you? You like to pretend you’re a nice, sweet, innocent girl, but when my cock’s fucking you and my lips are sucking your clit, you turn into a filthy, dirty girl, and I love it.”