Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She panted into my mouth harder the longer I rubbed her. Without being inside her, I knew she was on the verge of climaxing. I knew exactly how a woman liked to be touched, and I was giving it to her in a way Tristan never did.
And she gave me the best hand job I’d ever received.
As much as my lips wanted to keep kissing her, I broke apart then lay back on the bed, my body propped up on the pillows. My cock lay against my stomach, tilted slightly to the right. “Straddle my hips.”
She hesitated for a moment, probably assuming I wanted to fuck her even though she said no. But an instant later, she realized I wouldn’t do that. If so, I would have done it already. She straddled my hips and rested her pussy right against my dick.
I could feel how wet she was. The moisture from her entrance soaked onto my length, warm and sticky. “Grind against me.” I grabbed her hips and guided her, showing her how to rock her hips and drag her clit along my hard shaft.
She moaned the first time she felt me, feeling the kind of friction against her clit that would make her scream.
I stared at my cock between her folds and saw my head pointed right at my stomach. He was already soaked in her pussy juice, smooth and slippery. She wanted me, but she still wouldn’t let me fuck her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could be a patient man.
Her tits shook as she rocked on her own, her mouth wide open as she breathed deeply. At first, her movements were awkward, like she’d never done it before, but after feeling her clit throb harder, she got into it. She gripped my wrists as I held on to her hips, forcing her chest up and her spine to curve.
Damn, she was gorgeous.
She ground harder against me, her arousal seeping out and reaching my balls. Her nails dug into my skin and left marks that would last for days.
I might not be inside that beautiful pussy, but this was just as hot. “Bellissima…”
She clearly had no idea what I said judging from the quick look of confusion. But that didn’t stop her from dragging her pussy back and forth across my length. Her nipples were hardening, and her chest was blushing with redness.
“Come on my dick, Bellissima.”
She released my wrists and planted her hands against my chest. It was solid as concrete, and I liked feeling her weight against me. I liked supporting her with my strength while she petted my cock with her pussy. She dug into me harder, her eyes growing lidded and heavy. I’d seen that look a few times now, so I knew she was about to come all over me.
Fuck yes.
She opened her mouth, but her scream was slightly delayed. When it did reach my ears, it was piercing and loud, but nonetheless beautiful. Her hips jerked on top of me, her pelvic floor contracting with the climax I just gave her. Her nails dug into my chest and nearly punctured the skin with their sharpness.
Watching a woman come was my weakness. Seeing her mouth part during a scream and her hair shake as she worked her body to enjoy every last inch of me was my threshold. My hands gripped her tits, and I squeezed her hard as I exploded. “Fuck…” I squirted onto my stomach, splashing my seed across my skin but pretending it was deep inside her soaked pussy. She continued to grind against me to make the orgasm last as long as possible, caring about my own pleasure when she didn’t have to.
I wanted her to sit on top of me just like that forever, her small tits perky and hard and her hair flowing down her shoulders. She had a petite waist with a cute belly button. I imagined her with a piercing, and that got me excited again.
I gently rolled her to the bed then walked into the bathroom to clean off. I washed off my come as well as hers then got into the shower to clear my head. I had this beautiful woman locked in the house with me, and I still hadn’t fucked her. But Jesus Christ, did she make up for it. Fooling around with her was better than any other time I’d gotten laid. I wasn’t sure if it was those deep brown eyes or that tight ass, but something about her stole my complete focus.
When I came back to bed, she was under the covers and dead asleep.
I approached the bedside and stared at her, unsure what to do. If I woke her up and kicked her out, that would make me a huge dick. But if I slept with her, I probably wouldn’t get a good night of sleep because I hated sharing my space with people. The only time I shared a bed with someone was when I was in a semi kinda relationship. And even then, I wasn’t happy about it.