Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The shorts fell from her body as Janie’s gasp filled the air.
“I could’ve taken them off for you,” she whispered breathlessly.
I grinned. “Yeah, but then I couldn’t have gotten the enjoyment out of cutting them from your body, now could I?”
She curled her lips over her teeth but didn’t say a word.
I took the knife to her shirt next. Cutting it straight down the middle from collar to belly. I felt a brief moment of regret at cutting something off her body that molded so perfectly to her breasts.
However, once those breasts were exposed to me for the first time, my momentary flash of guilt fled.
She had the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen.
Perky with blush-colored nipples, I wanted to devour them.
They’d also bounce nicely when I started to thrust roughly inside of her.
Fuck. Me.
“What now?” she breathed.
I trailed the tip of the knife lightly down her chest, belly, and then pubic bone, coming to a stop once I reached the leg hole of her panties.
I hooked one single finger in the waistband, and then tugged the knife up, shredding one side of the lace.
The other leg hole followed, and I yanked the material out from under her, then brought it up to my nose.
Her eyes widened as I inhaled deeply, and her mouth parted.
“Smells like everything I’ve ever hoped for,” I informed her, then shoved that scrap of fabric into the back pocket of my jeans.
She swallowed thickly as I took the knife and slammed it blade first into the wood next to her side. Once it stopped wobbling, I yanked her down until her legs hung over the coffee table completely, and her ass was at the edge, exactly where I wanted it to be.
Then, the harsh crack of my hand slapping against the side of her ass and hip had her jumping in surprise, momentarily distracting her long enough for me to do what I did next.
“Put your knees to your chest,” I ordered.
The coffee table was the perfect size.
Small enough for her body to barely fit, but tall enough for me to be at the perfect height to do what I wanted to do.
She did as she was told, and I nearly went down on my knees when her pussy was exposed to me for the first time. Her legs went up and fell to the side, nearly touching the table with the front of her thighs with how wide she’d spread herself open.
So fucking flexible.
So sweet and pink, I wanted to lick it all up and never stop.
I picked up the sweatshirt from the floor and wrapped it around her body, as well as the coffee table, then wound the arms of the sweatshirt tightly around her lower half, tying her into that folded position with the front of her thighs touching the wood of the coffee table at her sides.
Once I had it tight enough, I moved the knot of the sweatshirt arms high up, just under the back of her knees, ensuring that the sweatshirt would stay in place if she decided to move.
Which she did in the next instant.
She rocked her hips, trying out the bonds, and her eyes widened when the fabric creaked—the knot only tightening.
She scowled, which caused me to grin.
“I think I forgot to mention I’m into bondage,” I teased casually. “You really are in over your head here, little girl.”
She licked her lips in worry.
I could practically read the fear on her face.
“Afraid you agree that you’re in over her head, girl?” I teased, running the tip of one finger down the inner seam of her thighs. Not quite touching her pussy, but not quite appropriate, either.
She shivered at the feel of my finger touching her delicate skin, and I didn’t miss the speed in which her breathing had picked up.
But she didn’t deny me.
She didn’t pull away.
Didn’t say no or tell me to go fuck myself.
She only looked at me with those goddamn mesmerizing eyes that were practically begging me to fuck her and fuck her hard.
Something I would be doing.
Soon.
But for now, I had two fantasies that needed to be fulfilled before I got my cock anywhere near her.
Because I knew, once my cock touched that perfect pussy of hers, I wouldn’t take my time.
I wouldn’t be gentle, and I wouldn’t hesitate.
I’d fuck her and keep on fucking her until I couldn’t fuck her anymore.
Until all the energy left my body and I was left a husk of a man.
I dropped down to my knees beside her and then leaned over to take a deep inhale of her pussy straight from the source this time.
She smelled divine.
Ripe and sweet, exactly like I’d always dreamed.
“Please,” she breathed, trying to move her hips.
I smirked, then dropped forward until her pussy lips were inches from my face.
The moment that my tongue was close enough, I took one single swipe from clit to anus, and felt her flavor practically burst on my tongue.