Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
“Greta,” Amo murmured before his mouth cupped my nub once more. I gazed down at him.
His eyes held hunger and tenderness. “Watch.”
I couldn’t have looked away anyway, fascinated and aroused by the sight. Amo was gorgeous. Thick black hair, muscular shoulders, bulging biceps. So much strength and power. He worshipped me with his mouth. He closed his eyes, as his tongue gently caressed my sensitive folds. He looked pleased, almost reverent.
I panted softly and stroked his hair, needing to touch him, to caress him, so grateful for the gentle attention he gifted me with. Amo was a powerful, strong man, and my body reacted to the sight of him between my thighs with overwhelming arousal. His tongue teased my small nub and I whimpered. “Amo.”
He opened his eyes but kept lavishing my clit with the softest circles. My body clenched, my insides tightening. “Amo,” I whimpered again. “I think I’m going to…” I whimpered again, overwhelmed as his mouth guided me higher.
“I know, Greta,” he rasped. I wondered how he knew but I couldn’t voice the question. He dipped lower, to my opening and groaned, his eyelashes fluttering as he focused his attention there. The sensation wasn’t as blinding, it was a more sensual, a deeper feeling. I rolled my hips almost desperately.
“I want this to last forever,” I whispered, because this felt so wondrous, not only because my body was aflame but because of the look on Amo’s face, as if he honestly enjoyed it, as if he couldn’t imagine a better place than between my thighs.
Amo pulled back and I almost wept. “I’m going to eat you as often as you want. No need to hold back. Come for me.”
“Okay,” I breathed. He watched me as his tongue found my nub again. He fluttered gently over it and my mouth fell open, my eyes widened from the intensity of the sensation, from the look in Amo’s eyes. Possessive and pleased and tender. I didn’t look away as I gasped and whimpered, my body clenching. Amo wanted to see me. He deserved to see how he made me feel, how wonderful his ministrations were.
I cried out his name and he smiled against me as he kept up the gentle attention, but he slowed.
Greta shuddered, half lidded eyes full of gratefulness and wonder on me. I dragged my tongue down, needing to taste the proof of her arousal. She was wet and soft, and so fucking beautiful. I stroked my tongue along her opening, licking up her juices. She shuddered with a soft moan. Keeping my eyes on her, I dipped my tongue into her once more, teasing her with only the tip. My fingers stroked through the patch of dark hair to her swollen clit. Carefully I swiped my thumb over the pink nub, spreading her wetness.
Greta’s eyes widened and she jerked. I pulled away a couple of inches and rasped against her swollen flesh. “Too much?”
Greta hesitated, biting her lower lip. I kept circling her clit gently then leaned up and closed my lips around it. I suckled lightly and Greta let out another soft moan. “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I suckled and caressed her softly for several minutes, pulling back whenever she came close to release and licking up her arousal. Greta was completely relaxed and her moans rang out low and breathless. Giving her pleasure like that was the best experience I could imagine. She was allowing me to do this, completely letting loose. She didn’t hide her arousal from me. And when she arched up with a cry as I suckled that little nub between my lips, her toes pointed as if she was about to dance ballet, I drank the sight in.
Her hips bucked and her pussy spasmed deliciously against my mouth.
Eventually the tension slid away and she sat up with a sated smile, stroking my hair, and I smiled hungrily up at her as I lapped up every trace of her release. She watched me with fascination and gratefulness. I pulled back and pecked her clit before I cupped her face and pulled her in for a deep kiss. When I drew back, she licked her lips with a small frown, tasting herself.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes almost feverish. This had to be a lot for her to take in.
“I want to do the same for you,” she whispered. I pushed a bit higher, bracing myself on the remaining armrest and kissed her again.
A phone rang, tearing us out of our own world, and Greta gave me an apologetic smile. I leaned back, so Greta could reach the phone that rested on a small side table beside the armchair. “Nevio,” she said. “Video call.”
I stood and stepped back, trying to rearrange my cock, but it was too hard. Greta only quickly pushed her strap back on her shoulder before she took the call. I assumed if she took too much time to answer his call, he’d suspect something was wrong and come here to protect her.