Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
I’m glad I just took a shower. I’m also glad I didn’t give up on lady-scaping like I was tempted to do with lack of attention to my nude body lately. Many baby unicorns have sadly vanished as they do when a woman goes to the trouble of lady-scaping and then getting zero action. Or so me and my friends say. Not today. Today, thanks to this hot man, baby unicorns get to thrive.
He thrusts his tongue into me while suckling my clit and yes - good Lord, I’m in heaven. It feels amazing, and I’m dying to watch, so I get up on my elbows and it looks like he’s devouring his favorite meal. It’s insanely hot to watch a man give you head and see that he’s enjoying what he’s doing.
I should feel shy, apprehensive about this perfect stranger having his perfectly sinful mouth between my legs, but instead, this feels like the most exciting thing to happen to me… maybe ever.
Derek’s gaze moves back up to mine and he winks. I smile and reach down, my fingers weaving into his dark, thick, still slightly damp hair. He takes a hard pull on my clit and then rams what feels like more than one finger into me and crooks it, hitting my g-spot. I jolt.
He does it again, applying suction to my clit and it makes me cry out.
I cover my mouth.
Hot damn, he knows what he’s doing.
Derek looks up and says, “Let it fly, baby. Don’t muffle your sounds. I’m earning those right now and believe me when I tell you I wanna hear them.”
Okay, but this is about to be embarrassing. Because I’m going to come in about thirty more seconds if he keeps this up.
He’s fingering me like a pro while working my clit with his mouth and then his free hand snakes up and pinches my nipple to the point of pain. But because of everything happening to me right now, I don’t complain, instead I detonate, crying out “Omigod!” as my head slams back onto the pillow. It’s the only part of my body touching the bed as Derek has the rest of me in the air, my trembling legs still draped over his shoulders. This feels so incredible, I could fly straight into the sun or the sea without a care in the world.
While I’m still lost in sensation, spiraling upwards to some heavenly plane, crying out shamelessly, filled with his expert tongue and fingers, at least some of his attention turns to a hole that has not ever gotten attention from anybody. A digit – his thumb, I think – slips in the back door just a little. And I fly to a sitting position, grabbing his shoulders. He freezes and looks at me. His thumb is still in there and I think he’s assessing my expression to see if I want him to stop.
I don’t.
His mouth crashes into mine, his thumb vacates anyway, but I can’t complain because he’s falling on top of me, so my legs instinctively wrap tight around his thighs to help guide a hard and impressive part of him inside me. But he adds strength to it and slams his hips forward to hit the end of me before I’m entirely prone.
God, yes.
And it feels incredible. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this so much. He’s well-endowed and he knows how to move. Not just that, there’s still eye contact. It’s like he’s not just fucking some random chick. Derek is fucking me. Me. He’s looking at me like he’s got every intention of making all of my fantasies come true.
This is good sex. This is great sex. This absolutely is the hottest night of my life.
She feels exactly like I hoped she’d feel. Right. Real. Like she was meant for me. I’m so glad this wasn’t underwhelming. It’s the polar opposite of that.
And to make it even better, it’s not just about how good it feels to me. It’s also about how she’s into this in a way I’ve never experienced, because her enthusiasm is easy to see. And maybe that’s because I’ve never paid this much attention, I don’t know, but I do know I’m absolutely fascinated with Chloe Turner. I’ve done research. I’ve got a thick report on this girl, so I know a lot about her.
I know she was adopted as an infant, that she’s an only child because her younger fifteen-year-old brother died when she was sixteen. I can tell she’s a nurturer who puts others first. She’s a good worker. She’s intelligent.
And even more importantly, I know things about her fantasies that put me in the perfect position to make tonight more than she expects and all that she’s wanted and never had. To make it something she’ll quickly get addicted to. I know what she wants and how she wants it. And bonus: I’m into all of it.