Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Okay?” I ask.
She bites on her lip and nods.
God. I’m fucking throbbing.
I grasp the cotton of her panties, slide it over her hips and down her smooth legs.
Simple white cotton.
Simple white cotton bikinis.
But I may as well be holding satin and lace for as turned on as I am.
I spread her legs. Kneel between them. Her plump pussy glistens. I close my eyes and inhale—take in her succulent scent.
“When’s the last time you had your pussy licked, Ava?” I open my eyes and meet her gaze.
“I don’t know…”
“You don’t?”
“It’s been a long time, Brendan. A long, long time.” She arches her back, closes her eyes.
My God, she looks amazing.
I move toward her, spread her legs wider, and I press a kiss to her beautiful pussy lips.
She gasps.
I move away for a moment. Is she going to tell me to stop?
When she doesn’t, I delve back into the delectable feast.
I swipe my tongue from the bottom all the way up her slit. Then I nibble at her clit, already swollen and engorged.
She tastes of springtime. Even in the middle of November, Ava tastes like springtime. Like the first burst of nectar from the trees and flowers.
I’ve never tasted anything so delicious.
I try to go slowly—truly I do—but before long, I’m devouring her, shoving my tongue inside her cunt, pushing her thighs over my shoulders so I can get closer.
The soft moans and her delicate voice fuel me. Make me want her even more.
“My God,” I rasp against her flesh. “I could eat you all night.”
“Please,” she says.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please…just…make…me…feel…”
Come. She wants to come.
“I can make that happen.”
I slide my tongue around her swollen lips and then skim it over her clit while I thrust two fingers inside her heat.
I find her G-spot quickly, massage it as I lick her clit.
“Oh, yes,” she sighs. “Like that. Please…”
I tease her a bit, massaging the G-spot and then sliding my fingers in and out of her slowly as I continue to gently lick her. All I need to do is suck her clit between my lips and she’ll burst.
But I don’t want this to be over that quickly. I haven’t yet had enough of her taste.
I move from her clit for a moment, kiss and suck on the flesh of her inner thighs. That smooth skin.
Then I go back to her clit.
In and out of her pussy my fingers slide, and then—
I poke her G-spot and suck on her clit.
And she erupts.
Sweet Ava Steel erupts into flames underneath my tongue.
“Yes! Yes, just like that! My God, Brendan, I’m flying!”
Good, good, good…
I suck on her clit some more, prod at her G-spot, until the contractions of her pussy begin to subside.
I release her, slide my fingers in and out of her wet heat slowly, slowly, slowly…
Until I remove them.
I rise, pull her close to me, kiss her lips, and let her taste her own flavor on my tongue.
She groans into my mouth.
I groan into her mouth.
We kiss hard and passionately.
Until she pulls away and gasps.
“Brendan, please. Take me to my bed.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AVA
The knight of cups.
Screw the knight of cups and his pretentious chalice!
Brendan Murphy just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
And you know what?
I’m ready to take a chance.
To get swept away.
Swept away to another dimension.
I bet his dick is huge—huge with a gorgeous ginger bush.
I’m the kind of woman who likes her men to look like men. When I touched his chest, I felt a smattering of hair. He’s not hairy by any means, but he has just enough. Just enough to get my pulse moving.
The knight of cups.
Darth Morgen.
All of it is erased from my mind.
All I know is now.
This moment.
This man.
He’s so tall, and his shoulders are so broad. His face is sculpted and masculine with that auburn stubble, and…
It all takes my breath away.
My pussy is still pounding from that orgasm. Does he feel it pulsing against him?
He’s hard. So hard. And judging from the size of his bulge, I’m not going to be disappointed.
“Which door?”
“First one,” I pant.
Did I make my bed this morning? Who cares? We’re going to mess it up anyway.
And God, do I want to mess it up.
He sets me on the edge of the bed, and I stand, pull my dress over my head, and toss it. My shoes, socks, and panties are already gone, and I’m not wearing a bra tonight. My boobs are small enough, perky enough, and I can get away without one.
So I stand.
Offering myself to Brendan Murphy on a silver freaking platter.
My nipples are hard, my breasts flushed.
My pussy is still throbbing, and though I usually shave my bush into a nice triangle, I haven’t in over a week, so it’s not particularly enticing.
But I don’t care.
And from the smoldering look in Brendan’s heavy-lidded eyes? Neither does he.
“You’re so beautiful, Ava.” He moves toward me.