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)
“God,” he groans.
He embeds himself inside me, and I feel each contraction of his cock as he fills me.
He groans again, and I feel it through my whole body. Every part of me is on fire, with the true inferno between my legs, not in my pussy so much as in my very core.
My freaking soul.
Brendan stays on top of me, his entire body touching mine, for a few moments.
A few moments that I relish. As if he’s covering me, sheltering me from some storm that is brewing.
And the storm is brewing.
Already I know.
In this moment, I let the thoughts flow to the side, drift off the cliff I’m standing on.
Only Brendan and I are on this cliff.
Together, we’ll never fall.
I’m not sure how long we sleep, but it’s still dark when I wake up, entwined with Brendan. I move away from him, check my phone on the nightstand.
One a.m.
I should go back to sleep. Five a.m. will come soon, and I’ll have to head downstairs and get the dough rising.
But damn…
Brendan’s cock is hard.
I reach between his legs and grasp it.
A groan leaves his throat, but he doesn’t wake up.
But I want him. I want him so badly. And even though I really ought to go back to sleep, I can’t resist. I crawl back onto the bed, nestle myself on top of him, and lick the head of his dick.
This time he sucks in a breath, and his eyes open.
“Quiet,” I say. “Just close your eyes. Enjoy this. I know I will.”
“Oh my God, baby.”
I suck him between my lips, which is no small feat given his size. He tastes salty and masculine, and already a drop of liquid emerges from the tip. I lick it up, swallow the savory flavor of him. Then I twirl my tongue around the head, suck it gently, and then bring my mouth down upon his length.
He groans—a firm vibration straight from his chest.
My God, he’s huge, but I’m determined to give him head. The blow job of a lifetime. By the time he hits the back of my throat, there are still two inches of him left.
Now that he’s good and lubed up with my saliva, I add my hand to the mix, twisting it as I slide up and down his cock, applying suction each time I get to the head.
Will he come in my mouth?
No man has ever come in my mouth. I never liked the notion. But the idea of Brendan Murphy shooting down my throat? It’s a pretty big turn-on.
“Damn, baby. That lip ring. What you do to me.”
His words spur me on. I’ve never thought of myself as any kind of sexual siren, but Brendan makes me feel desirable. Beautiful even.
I continue working his cock with my lips and my hand, until—
“Stop, baby. You have to stop.”
But I don’t want to stop, so I don’t. I deliberately disobey him, and I feel pretty naughty. I like it.
I continue to work his cock, and then I notice his balls are tightening, his cock is swelling even harder, and—
“I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come.”
I clamp my mouth on him as his dick pulses underneath my tongue. His come squirts into me, warm against my tongue and the back of my throat.
Four and then five squirts.
When he’s finally done, I remove my mouth from his cock and swallow.
I swallow his very essence, and I feel even closer to him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “That was so hot.”
“It was perfect,” I say.
“Get your ass over here. Come sit on my face, and I’ll return the favor.”
I scramble over him, turn around, and lower my pussy onto his lips. He sucks at me right away. No soft swipes to get me moving. There’s no need. I’m wet and ready, my clit swollen.
He laps at me, groaning beneath me, and then he slides his tongue over my clit in such a way that makes me want to shoot to the moon.
“Yes, Brendan,” I sigh. “Feels so good.”
He doesn’t reply, as his mouth is full of my pussy. Instead he shoves his tongue inside me, removes it, slides it over my clit, and then sucks while he simultaneously shoves his finger into my channel.
And that’s all it takes.
I’m leaping off the precipice once more, tingles rolling through me like waves crashing on the shore.
I say something, but I don’t know what. Words float around me, but they have no meaning. Only my voice and Brendan’s groans.
It’s a distorted sound, harmony and discord all at once.
I float. I float and I float as I come down from my high.
He’s still working my pussy, and my clit is now so sensitive I have to move off him.
“God, you taste like heaven,” he says.
“You feel like heaven,” I reply. “Ugh. I wish I didn’t have to get up in the morning.”