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)
“My God!” I cry out.
He pulls another orgasm out of me, and then one more. My body is charged with some kind of power I’ve never encountered. It flashes through me, bounces along my spine, and then implodes back to my clit, where he’s still nibbling, still sucking, still driving me to the brink of madness.
My breath comes in rapid puffs, and still he fingers me, tongues me, and in the next second—
“Oh my God!” A finger breaches that forbidden place, and the resulting orgasm is so intense, so full of kaleidoscopic bursts, that I’m not sure I’ll recover.
“Stop!” I yell. “Please. Enough. My God. River... I can’t... I can’t take any—”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
We both jerk at the pounding on the door.
EPISODE 53
PASSION FRUIT UNLEASHED
Sienna
August returns with my passion fruit gelato and gives me a sly smile before he excuses himself.
Old wallflower Sienna would be embarrassed, but the Sienna who’s gunning for her fourth orgasm today doesn’t even blink.
Brett is gazing at me, smiling.
I look down at the three small scoops of sunny-yellow gelato.
“You going to taste it?” he asks.
“Absolutely.”
I push the dish of gelato across the table so it’s sitting in front of Brett, and then I stand, adjusting the metal-mesh skirt around my thighs. I saunter to Brett and straddle him, unbuttoning his shirt and parting the two halves to expose his muscled chest. Then I ease off his bulge and undo his jeans.
“Uh...if your plan is to lick the gelato off my cock, I’m not sure it will have the effect you’re intending.”
I chuckle. “What makes you say that?”
“Surely you know what cold does to a man.”
“Oh, yeah. I do. Leroy used to laugh that he needed a string to pull it back out after his coach made the team do cold plunges after practice.”
“Leroy?”
“My ex.”
“Ah...the ex you didn’t want to tell me about.”
Shit. He’s right. I did say that earlier, and he said my wounds seemed to still be fresh.
What if they are? Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. Certainly doesn’t mean I can’t have that fourth orgasm.
“Leroy Robinson,” I say. “And yes, before you ask, yes, the Leroy Robinson who played for the NFL.”
“Damn. He was a hell of a football player.”
“Not such a great boyfriend, though.”
“You want to tell me what happened?”
“Not even a little bit.” I continue to work his jeans.
“You’re still going for it, huh?”
“Unless you tell me not to.” I reach inside and pull out his cock.
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes. “I’ll never tell you not to. Just remember that—”
“Sex is off the table. Got it.”
Then I stare. Simply stare at the gorgeous cock in front of me. He’s not as big as Alex or Leroy, but his girth is impressive and he has one purple vein that marbles over the flesh. I want to trace it with my tongue.
I move off his lap, grab the dish of gelato, and then kneel between his legs.
“I’m warning you...” he says, his eyes still closed.
“Don’t worry. If the cat decides to hide, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to coax him back out again.”
His eyes dart open and he smiles. “Do not ever refer to my junk as a cat, Sienna. I’m a dog person.”
I return his smile. “Duly noted.” I slide my tongue over the head of his cock.
He tilts his head back and closes his eyes again.
Giving head has never been my strength, but I watched Emily give Zion a hell of a blow job this afternoon. I took a few lessons from her, and based on the way she made Zion groan while he was licking my pussy, I’m anxious to put my education to work.
First, she made a lot of noise. Sucking sounds. Zion seemed to love that.
So I slurp Brett’s cock as I suck on his head.
Second, she spit on it. Honestly, I thought only porn stars did that, but Emily did it, and Zion went wild.
And third, she used her hand. She didn’t try to deepthroat him. With her fist and adequate lubrication, she got him to the brink without gagging.
The only question is... Do I do that now? Or do I start with the gelato?
The evening is warm, and my dessert is already beginning to glisten as it melts.
Okay. Gelato it is.
“You ready?” I ask Brett.
“For whatever you’ve got in mind, yes,” he says, opening his eyes and meeting my gaze.
His blue eyes are like wildfire in the silver moonlight. Already I feel myself burning all over.
I twirl my finger in the gelato and then slather it over his dick.
He shudders, closing his eyes. “Cold.”
“It won’t be for long.” I lick the passion fruit goodness off his cock head, swirling my tongue as I go. Mmm. It’s sweet like a mango and tart like a Meyer lemon all at once. Delicious. I swirl some more, this time covering his shaft, and then I take him into my mouth.