Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Fucking heaven, that’s the only way to describe what I’m feeling right now. Wetness is glistening along her slit, and my hunger for her takes over. My tongue glides along the outer edges, not moving directly to the source at first. We’re both going to enjoy this and as her flavor explodes on my tongue, a groan leaves my body. My hands tighten on the cheeks of her ass, fingers dipping deeper, pulling her open, and she gets the message. She widens her stance, giving me more room to work with. There’s no more holding back. I can’t, not with the soft little sighs and moans leaving her with each swipe of my tongue.
“Lane.” The tips of my fingers move closer, one pressing on an entirely different entrance. Birdie was hesitant when we first explored her ass years ago, my tongue rasping along her tightness, my finger pushing inside, and when she was ready, she took my cock as she fucked her pussy with a vibrator.
“You want that, baby? You want my fingers in your ass while I fuck your pussy with my mouth?” My words are muffled against her core. I can feel the tremble in her body. It’s all the answer I need. My tongue invades her center, my finger pressing on her entrance, feeling the tight ring of her ass taking me so good. Her legs quiver. My hands are the only reason she’s able to remain standing. I soak in her pleasure. It gives me pleasure of my own in return. I push in and out of her ass, my tongue doing similar to her cunt while my teeth rasp along her clit. It’s the perfect trifecta as she falls apart for me, completely and totally unaware of how my cock is begging to do the same exact thing.
“Lane.” My name escapes in a breathless plea. Whether it’s for me to stop or to keep going, I’m not sure. One thing I do know is that leaving her after delivering the first of many orgasms is pure fucking torture. I place another open-mouthed kiss on her clit, reluctantly pulling my fingers away from her ass and back away. I’m on my feet. This time, I’m taking her shirt off. I want to see Birdie in nothing but bare skin.
“Gonna take you now, Birdie. Going to feel you like I did with my mouth, but this time, it’s going to be my cock.” My hands grip the edges of the fabric and pull it up, seeing more of her than when I was on my knees.
I look into her eyes. She’s back to biting her bottom lip again. My eyes don’t know where to look at first. It’s when my eyes return to her body I see what has her all of a sudden locked up tight. Her arms aren’t lifting up to help me take her clothes off. Instead, they’re staying put by her sides, and it’s only when I pull the shirt up to her abdomen that I know the reason.
“What the fuck, Birdie? What the hell happened?” I inch closer, abandoning her shirt. Crowding her while cupping her face once again. A burning in my gut rolls through my whole body. Someone hurt my woman so badly there’s a print of a shoe. Her whole stomach is covered in blue and purple marks.
“I’m okay, Lane. I mean, I’ve got some healing to do, but it looks a lot worse than it is.” She’s being entirely too unconcerned about this, and there’s no damn way I’m letting the subject lie. My body is rock fucking solid, yet my cock isn’t hard any longer. The surge of anger is so bad that I’m sure steam is rising from my ears. All I can imagine is Birdie being hurt and alone with no one there to help her, left lifeless. Son of a bitch. This could have been so much worse. I know she’s lucky, but that doesn’t mean I have to fucking like it, or I’m not going to shoulder some of the blame.
I lift an eyebrow, my jaw clenched, and if my hands weren’t on hers, my fists would be much the same way. “I’m okay. I’m better than it may seem. It looks worse than it is. I know you’re going to want the whole story. Maybe we could move to the couch? I’m kind of feeling light-headed after, you know.” Her cheeks have a tinge of color. She’s still the same woman, only a few years older.
“Yeah.” I take a step back. “Fuck, I don’t know where to touch you now, baby.” I’d pick her up and carry her to the couch, except that would probably hinder her more than help her.
“Lane, if you don’t touch me, I’m going to hurt you worse than I already am.” Her hand covers mine, taking it off her cheek, albeit she’s moving gingerly as she does.