Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“I’ll get them soon,” I say. “First things first, I’m hungry for some contraband pussy.”
“Contraband?”
I don’t explain myself.
I guide her onto her back and pull off her panties like a starving man unwrapping a cheeseburger, and then shudder violently when her deliciousness is revealed to me in all its glory. I’ve dreamed about eating this pussy. Fucking this pussy. Jerked off to fantasies of this pussy sitting on my face and squirting with pleasure. And now, this pussy is mine for the taking—and even hotter than I imagined it.
Watering at the mouth, I widen Aubrey’s thighs, opening her up to me like a blooming flower, and then groan much too loudly at the sight.
“Not so loud,” Aubrey whispers, her words coming out between pants of anticipation.
I’m dizzy with lust now. Breathing hard, I stroke the outside of her pussy gently, feeling desperate to lick her. Taste her. Fuck her. Claim her. And Aubrey writhes and moans loudly at my touch.
“What happened to ‘not so loud?’” I tease.
“Fuck off.”
We both laugh.
I begin stroking her with one hand, while caressing one of her perfect tits with the other. And when my mouth is watering too much to resist, I take her peaked, hard nipple into my mouth and devour her, prompting Aubrey to loudly lose her fucking mind.
I dip two fingers inside her, and my dick jolts with pleasure to discover she’s already ready for my cock, just this fast. Soaking wet, warm, and swollen. But I’m not going in yet. I’ve got a meal to eat, first.
With a low moan, I crawl between Aubrey’s legs and begin voraciously kissing and licking the sensitive flesh surrounding her bullseye without ever hitting the mark, while sliding my fingers in and out. When it feels like she’s reached the peak of this particular mountain, I move on to the next. Devouring her bullseye. My breathing loud and ragged, I zero in on her swollen, pink bud while stroking her G-spot with two precise fingers.
Instantly, she goes nuts on me in the best possible way. In fact, only ten seconds into my new tactic, Aubrey releases a groan that’s so fucking loud and tormented, it’s my turn to remind her about Raine across the hallway. Only this time, in earnest. Not as a tease.
When another loud moan escapes her, Aubrey squeaks and grabs a pillow, which she promptly shoves over her face. As she growls and roars into the pillow, I double down on what I’m doing between her legs, until she’s writhing and gyrating so damned much, it feels like she’s having a seizure.
As my tongue laps and lathes, I feel blissed out. Drugged. Shit-faced. Black-out drunk. Far more so than when I’ve ingested actual chemicals into my body. For months now, I’ve been craving my favorite whiskey and tequila. Itching to smoke my favorite strains of weed. Hell, during rehab, I’ve regularly had dreams about snorting mountains of coke, and that’s not even my thing. Anything I could imagine that might transport me to another dimension—one where grief, regret, and shame aren’t ravaging my soul at all times. But now, come to find out, there’s something far better than all of it. Light years better. Aubrey Fucking Capshaw.
My eyes roll back, as I revel in the sweet juices covering my lips, tongue, and beard. A second later, Aubrey digs her nails into my bare shoulders with force, arches her back, and releases an orgasm that practically vibrates against my mouth on her clit while squeezing my three fingers inside her.
I rip the pillow off her face, desperate to see Aubrey’s expression when she comes; and the “O face” she serves up doesn’t disappoint. In fact, it exceeds my wildest fantasies.
My god, Aubrey’s moonlit face as she comes is a work of art. The most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life, made extra special by the knowledge that she’s coming for me. Because of me. Because she came to me, against her better judgment. I’ve always believed drumming for thousands of adoring fans was the ultimate high. But then Aubrey came along and proved me dead wrong about that. This. This is the ultimate high.
As Aubrey’s moans subside, I turn her sweaty body onto its side and do something I’ve been wanting to do for quite some time: I bite her fucking ass cheek. Not too hard. This isn’t an assault. Just a little nibble. Enough to make her gasp in surprise and brand her ass as mine and make her giggle and sigh.
I’m feral now.
Losing my goddamned mind.
I grab a condom from the nightstand, get my aching cock wrapped up in record speed, and return to Aubrey’s naked, slack body on my bed. With a shaky exhale, I crawl on top of her, rest her calves on my shoulders, feel for my target, and burrow myself deep inside her, all the way.