Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 130761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
The top of her dress had loosened, and from this angle I could see right down the front. It wasn’t enough. “Open your dress,” I instructed, my voice sounding like cut steel. Phebe bit down on her lip and smiled. She never moved those fucking blue eyes from mine as she released my dick and sat back so I could see her every move.
Her fingers crawled up her green dress to the tie at the neckline. Her tongue lapped at her lips as she pulled open the string keeping the top together. Her tits bounced underneath, like they were just waiting to spring free and be in my mouth. She panted. Panted as she rocked her hips back and forth. She flicked her head, and her long red hair fell to one shoulder, exposing one side of her neck. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to leap forward and sink my teeth into her pale skin.
She was a damn siren.
The string fell open. My nostrils flared, barely hanging on to my patience as she took one hand and gently pulled the top of her dress to the side. Her bright white skin gleamed like milk in the moonlight. Her eyelids closed. I growled low, palming my own cock as her other hand moved to the hem of her dress. Breathy moans slipped from her throat. She dropped her shoulder, and the fabric slipped from one of her tits. The flesh was full and the skin just as speckled with freckles as everywhere else. Her fingers crept over the skin on her chest until they found her hard nipple. I stroked my dick, up and down, in long hard motions as she palmed her tit.
Then her mouth dropped open. I focused on the hand between her legs and I almost came. She had lifted the skirt of her dress, baring her pussy to me. Only it wasn’t only her fucking perfect pussy that had my hand working faster on my dick, it was the fact that two of her fingers were already in her hole. Her thumb strummed back and forth on her clit, her eyes rolling up toward the sky.
“Fuck, bitch,” I groaned, watching the blood rush to her face and her freckles disappear into the flush.
“AK,” she murmured as she worked herself harder and harder. Her moans deepened and grew louder as she pumped her hands faster. She squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple, and she cried out. My hand on my cock stilled as I watched her shoulders edge forward and her mouth open wider. Her arm shook as she worked her fingers in her pussy so fast that I could barely sit still. And then she froze, face framed in pleasure as a guttural moan tore from her mouth. Her head slammed back, exposing her throat as her hand was coated in her own wetness. Redness spread like a raging flood over her pale skin as she desperately searched for breath.
I hadn’t moved a fucking inch, watching the bitch make herself fall apart. With her eyes still closed, a wide smile spread on her lips, she lowered her head, her fingers on both her tit and in her pussy beginning to move again. When her eyes opened, pupils blown, she focused straight on me. Releasing herself, she inched her way across the grass toward me.
When she arrived at my knees, she worked herself between my thighs until her tits were at my exposed cock. She took hold of me in her hand. The fingers that had been all up in her cunt rose toward my mouth as she began stroking up and down my cock with her other hand. Her fingertips ran along my bottom lip. She watched me like a hawk as I grabbed hold of her wrist and kept it at my mouth. Her chest rose up and down as I flicked out my tongue and licked her fingers. The taste of her filled my mouth, and I groaned. Her breath was shaky as she watched me, and from the hardness of her nipple I knew she was getting off on it. So I took her fingers deeper into my mouth as her hand jerked faster on my cock. I wrapped my lips around them, tonguing off the juice.
“Mm,” she moaned, pulling her fingers from my mouth. Her eyes lit with fire, and the edges of her mouth hooked into a smile as she leaned forward and ran her tongue around the seam of my lips. “I can taste myself on you,” she whispered and squeezed my dick tightly.
“Red,” I warned, the grip on my self-control evaporating rapidly.
I leaned forward to kiss the fuck out of her mouth, but she dodged away before I could. She sank lower, then lower still until, mouth braced at the tip of my cock, she said, “I want to taste you.”