Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Doing his best to block out her skills with her mouth and fingers, he concentrated on the sweet treat in front of him.
Best. Cherry pie. Ever.
He separated her cheeks and stroked his thumb through her crease over and over, pausing each time over her anus as he sucked one swollen fold into his mouth, then the other. However, every time she groaned around him, it pulled at his concentration and he had to fight even harder to stay on track.
Without warning, she released him with a loud gasp and slammed back into his face, almost breaking his nose. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and she groaned, “I’m… coming…”
Thank fuck!
But he didn’t need her announcement, as her orgasm was so damn intense it was impossible to miss. Her anus pulsed under his thumb, and her clit throbbed in between his lips. Her powerful thighs crushed his head like a nutcracker.
Her body went from solid to liquid a few seconds later. However, she didn’t move.
So, he did.
After a kiss to each quivering inner thigh, he maneuvered her legs until she was sitting right-side up and on his aching lap.
Their eyes met, held and, as if in sync, a slow smile spread across their faces.
Donna Summer’s sultry voice filled the room when the queen of disco started singing Love to Love You Baby.
Mel wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her pierced tits into his pumping chest. She followed the outer curve of his ear with the tip of her tongue and sucked on his earlobe. Then a whispered, husky, “Perfect,” made his cock flex, even though it was crushed beneath her.
She was right. The ‘70s song had the perfect tempo and lyrics for what they were about to do.
When he reached for the condom sitting at the end of the couch, calling to him like a Siren, she knocked his hand away and snagged it, tearing it open. Without a pause, she reached between them, pulled his cock from under her and rolled the condom down his throbbing length.
When she rose on her knees, he grabbed her hips and held them tight. “Wait.”
She hesitated, a crease marring her brow.
“Kiss.”
Her expression smoothed out and she leaned in, brushing her lips over his. Once, twice… Before she could do it a third time, he invaded her mouth with his tongue, taking the kiss deeper. After a few seconds, he pulled down on her hips in a silent signal she understood. She lined him up and slowly sank down on his length, taking all of him.
With their mouths parted, but still connected, they both took a moment to simply breathe—one inhale, then a second—but neither moved.
He closed his eyes and breathed through the urge to slam up and into her once the sensation of the hot, slick cocoon snugly surrounded his pulsing cock. “Unless you want this over in a few seconds, we’re going to have to start out slow.”
She smiled against his mouth. He didn’t find his concern as amusing as she did, but he also didn’t want to pretend he wasn’t teetering on the edge.
Because that edge was sharp and narrow.
She leaned back, amusement still on her face. “Do you need a distraction?”
“Baby, you are the distraction. But I guess I’ll suffer through distracting myself with these,” he teased. Cupping the weight of her breasts in both hands, he stroked the soft skin with his thumbs.
She curled a hand around the back of his head and pulled him down. He latched his mouth around one pierced nipple, flicking the tip and barbell with his tongue.
Since he’d never been with a woman with pierced nipples, he wasn’t sure how far he could go without doing damage. He lifted his head slightly. “How rough can I get with them?”
“As rough as you’d like. They’re fully healed.”
“Do the piercings make them more sensitive?”
“For me, yes. I can now come solely from nipple play.”
Damn. Now he was tempted to test that claim, but he was already at his limit. Worse, time was running out. To him, that only meant they’d have to do this again when time and the location wasn’t an issue. He only hoped Mel would want the same.
“Let me just say they’re hot as fuck.”
She flicked her fingers at his nipples. “I bet you’d look great with them, too.”
He grimaced since he was not one for needles. It was one reason he didn’t have any tattoos. “I’ll just enjoy yours.”
She shook against him. “I’ll enjoy mine, too.”
With a grin, he pulled her other nipple deep into his mouth and sucked it as hard as he could. Her back arched and she dug her fingers into his hair, holding him there. But before he had his shit packed tight, she began to circle her hips.
She was messing with a stick of dynamite.
“Mel…”
“I want to come.”