Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I threw my arm over my face and tried to keep myself from moaning obscenely loud when he paused for a second and blew a steady stream of air over my hole, but when the tip of his tongue dipped inside, I couldn’t help another raspy curse.
Tucker’s tongue flicked in and out of me in a deliciously dirty rhythm while his hands caressed up my thighs, pinning me down and holding me captive as he teased me.
He worked me with his tongue in a way I’d never in a million years imagined, let alone felt, and the thought that this was only a sample of the pleasure to come left me light-headed and feeling the first tingles of my orgasm stir. With a whispered curse, I gripped the sheets and forced my body to relax with the unspoken promise of more to come.
“Shit, do it.” I groaned the encouragement as Tucker pressed the tip of his finger against my entrance, and his gaze flickered up at me, seemingly checking for my permission.
My body resisted the invasion for a scant second and then gave way, Tucker’s finger sliding smoothly, slowly inside.
“Damn, baby,” Tucker murmured, and if I’d had any ability to think rationally, I would have side-eyed him, but he seemed just as lost in what we were doing as I was, his focus intent and steady. He opened me wider, sliding a second finger into me that stung. Until his mouth closed around my cock again.
The dual assault had me writhing, grating out curses and nonsense until the knot forming at the base of my spine exploded with little warning. My hips pistoned into the heat of his mouth, filling it with my release as I cried out.
Tucker swallowed it all, then crawled up my body. I reached for his cock reflexively to get him off, but he shook his head. “Want that ass, Whitt,” he said before urging me onto my stomach. I flipped over, still floating in the blissful haze of orgasm. I wanted it, too. I wanted to feel more than his fingers inside me. As I stretched out on my stomach, I spread my legs to make room for him.
Tucker spit into the furrow of my ass, slicked up his hand, and then trapped his cock between it and my crack so that I felt every inch of his swollen shaft sliding against me but never breaching me. It was a kind of torture I hadn’t known existed.
Gripping my shoulder with his other hand, he drove his cock relentlessly into the tunnel he’d created, and despite the fact I’d just come, my dick twitched with renewed interest as I pushed my ass out like a cock-hungry slut, anticipating him pushing inside me at any second.
But he didn’t, just continued moving against me, using my body the way he wanted. Arching my back, I surrendered to the rhythm.
“I know you’re not ready to let me fuck you yet, but this is what you want, isn’t it, Whitt?” he rasped. “You want this cock inside you?”
My eyes popped open, and I strained to turn a glare on him as he teased the head of his cock over my hole.
“You’re dying to know what it’s like. Isn’t that right?” he said, voice low and hypnotic.
“You’re an asshole,” I grumbled, my cock thickening regardless.
“And you’re a motherfucking liar, Whitt, but we all know that.” Malik punctuated his words by thrusting harder against me, and I lost my breath a second time, imagining what it would’ve felt like if he’d actually been inside me, filling me up. The soft cotton sheets beneath me made the friction on my dick deliciously rough, and I moaned as he pulled back and moved, more slowly this time, fucking my crack with shallow strokes, his mouth brushing over my bared shoulder. “Don’t lie. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Bougie? You want to feel what it’s like to have a cock sliding into your tight little ass.”
Yes. The word resounded in my mind, and it fucking pissed me off that it was so blatantly obvious, that I was so blatantly obvious. “How do you know I haven’t already?” I reached an arm up and back, finding the nape of his neck and pulling until he was pressed against me and groaned, a primal sound I wanted more of. “Think you’re the only motherfucker out there who knows how to work a cock?” Instead of clapping back, Tucker growled, hips moving faster, breath harsh, and I could tell he was losing his shit, which only encouraged me. “Think you’re the only one who’ll get down on his knees for me?”
Tucker’s body tensed, hands gripping me tighter, and for a split second, I thought I’d pushed him too far, and then he growled out a string of curses mixed with my name seconds before he bit down on my shoulder. Thick, hot spurts of cum spattered my ass and lower back.