Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I spread her legs and dive into that luscious pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You taste like cherry pie.”
“Mmm... Told you I had something you could eat.”
I slide my tongue over her hot slit and grab her pussy lips between my teeth, tugging. I feel like an animal driven solely by lust.
“God, yes, Sebastian...” she breathes, her voice soft as air.
Heather’s thighs are shapely and muscular, and I kiss the soft flesh and then go back to her pussy. She grabs handfuls of my hair and pushes my head farther into her heat.
I tongue her clit, suck on it, and then return to her cunt—that sweet, wet cunt. I inhale her musky fragrance, taste her cherry juices, suck at her, eat her, devour her.
All while she moans above me, her eyes closed, her thighs in the air, until—
I breach her with a finger.
Her eyes pop open and she shatters against my face. I lap up her cream like a tomcat finding milk in an alley—as if I’m starving and this is my first meal in weeks.
I move off the bed for a moment, discard my jeans and boxer briefs, and then quickly find a condom and sheath myself. In a flash I’m back on the bed, and my cock is sliding through Heather’s slick lips.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Sebastian.”
I enter her with one smooth thrust.
Fuck... If possible, she’s even tighter than the first time.
“Feels good,” Heather says on a sigh.
“That’s good, baby, because we’ve got all night.” I pull out and plunge back in.
We fuck hard. We fuck fast. I tug on a nipple as I continue to fuck her. I pull out quickly, flip her over, and slide doggy style back into her. We fuck like this for a few minutes, and then I pull out again. I lie down on my back. “Ride me,” I say. “Get on top of me and fuck me.”
She clambers on top of me, her spectacular tits in full view. I cup them, squeeze them, play with her succulent nipples. All while she sinks herself down onto my cock.
“Lean down, baby,” I say. “Lean down so I can suck those nipples.”
She obeys, and I take a nipple between my teeth and suck.
“Oh!” she squeals.
I suck harder, nibble on it, and then give it a swift tug.
“Yes!” she shouts. “My God, you’re incredible, Sebastian.”
I’d love to keep playing with her nipples—she’s so responsive—but I’m about ready to explode. I want her to come again, though, so I release her nipple and push her forward.
“Play with your clit, baby. Play with it while you fuck me. I want to watch you come.”
Her hand slides between her legs and she finds her clit. She closes her eyes, arches her back, and damn...I’m close.
“That’s it,” I say. “Come with me. Come with me.”
When her pussy pulses around my cock, my balls respond and I explode into her. Time loses itself for a moment, and every nerve in my body skitters to my dick as I empty myself into Heather.
A moment later, she collapses on top of me, our bodies still joined. I rub soothing circles onto her shoulder.
Moments later still, she rolls off me onto her back, her arm covering her eyes. “Wow.”
“You’re telling me,” I say. “I’m good, but that was two orgasms in a pretty damned short time. You bring out the beast in me, Heather.”
“I’d like to see more of that beast,” she says coyly. “I loved it when you spanked me. This has been amazing.”
“Indeed it has.” My stomach lets out a growl.
Heather giggles. “Yeah. We were going to eat, remember?”
“I know.”
“Too bad we missed our dinner.”
I rise, head into my bathroom, and return wearing a silk robe. “We didn’t miss anything. The kitchen is staffed twenty-four-seven. I’ll just call down and have something sent up. What would you like?”
“Wow.” Heather’s eyes widen. “I guess it’s too much to hope that we could have our swordfish.”
“I can ask.” I pad across the plush carpet into the sitting area where the intercom is and press the button for the kitchen.
“Yes, Mr. Tate. How may I help you?”
“Heather and I are hungry. What do you have that you can send up to my room?”
“Anything you want,” the staff member says, “but if you want it quick, we have dinner leftovers. Barbecued ribs and some sweet potato pie.”
“Sounds perfect. Two portions please.”
“It’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“Thanks.” I end the call and return to the bedroom where Heather still lies naked on the bed. “Food is coming. I hope you like ribs and sweet potato pie.”
“Love ribs,” she says. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had sweet potato pie.”
“It tastes a lot like pumpkin pie,” I say, “without some of the spices.”
“Sounds delish. I’m famished.”
“So am I.”
Heather moves from the bed and slides her Sebastian Tate tank top back over her rockin’ rack.