Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I gasp as Matt brushes his hand against my mound. “Sit back on the table,” he murmurs as he breaks our kiss, his eyes flashing.
I look hesitantly behind me. Our plates only take up half the table; I could hypothetically sit, or lay, on the other half. But what if I’m too heavy? “Um,” I begin, but he silences me with a look.
“Sit on the table,” he repeats in a commanding voice. “I won’t say it again.”
My lips quiver, and I follow his instruction, balancing tentatively on the edge of the table. He slowly strides over to me, bronzed and resplendent just in his tight black boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his cock standing at attention, just for me, and the sight makes my mouth water. When did you get this horny, Jenna? I ask myself incredulously as he kneels in front of me. The answer, I suppose, is when I met Matt Mistletoe.
His hand brushes over my mound again, his eyes locked on mine. Then, he starts rubbing slow circles on my sensitive nub, making my toes curl in pleasure. When he replaces his hand with his warm, velvety mouth, I nearly leap out of my skin. I can’t remember the last time someone went down on me, especially someone this gorgeous.
“Oh god,” I pant deliriously, tilting my head back as he goes to town. “Yes!”
I enjoy his ministrations for what feels like hours, losing myself in the warmth of his tongue, the rhythmic sound of his breath, and the gentle pressure of his hands on my thighs. He seems to be able to read my mind, and he licks when I want him to lick, sucks when I want him to suck, and strokes exactly where it feels best. When he inserts a finger into my dripping sex, I let out a cry and sit up in ecstatic bliss. My center, my skin, and my entire body seem to be vibrating and pulsing with pleasure.
“Are you going to come for me?” Matt whispers, and I nod helplessly. A frantic whine escapes my lips when, suddenly, he stops.
“Not yet,” he growls. Then, he peels off his briefs, revealing the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It’s as thick as a soda can at the base, an impressive length, and moderately curved: in short, it’s everything a girl could dream of.
“Oh, my God,” I murmur, despite myself. “Please put that inside of me right now.”
“Yeah?” Matt smirks at me, slowly pumping his hand along his length, both of us watching as a bead forms at the tip. My mouth goes dry and I long to lick up the fluid, but I’m mesmerized by his rhythmic stroking. Instead, I reach out my hand and take his shaft, guiding him impatiently to my entrance. Gingerly, I lean back onto my elbows, and when the sturdy table holds my weight, I flash a grin at him. “Yes, right now,” I breathe.
He doesn’t waste any time. His member slides easily into my wet entrance, filling me so completely, so perfectly, that my eyes roll back into my head. “You’re so tight,” he rasps, and I purr in response, unable to even form words. When he begins pumping in and out of me, slowly and tenderly, I cling to his strong arms, staring into his narrowed eyes. The feeling of him moving inside of me is heavenly.
When his hand moves to my breast, stimulating the nipple until I moan, he picks up his pace, thrusting quickly in and out. My breath comes out in short little gasps as he relentlessly pounds into me. The familiar pressure of an impending orgasm is building, one that I have a feeling will blow any others I’ve ever had out of the water. Matt radiates sensuality, from the grunts he makes to the way he strokes and fondles my curves as he thrusts. Everything about him makes me want to go careening over the edge.
When he picks up my legs and puts my ankles over his shoulders, his thrusts hit that perfect spot, that little bundle of warmth and nerve endings that no one ever seems to find. I begin to shudder and he pounds into me harder, faster. “Oh, my God,” I cry, “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, baby,” Matt growls, rubbing his thumb on my clit. “Come for me now.”
As if on cue, an orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave and I’m swept away. My entire body seems to radiate light and heat, yet I shiver uncontrollably, unable to control my movements. I cling even more tightly to his arms, my knuckles going white. Matt continues plunging into me, out of me, into me again, and I can only squeeze my eyes shut and ride the rest of the wave.
I feel his body tighten, and, with a strangled moan, he releases inside of me. He bends to kiss me, then, and when our lips touch, I can’t hold back a moan of pure bliss. This was beyond what I could have imagined our lovemaking to be.