Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
There’s no time for me to feel embarrassed about it, though; not when he takes my cheeks in each of his large, tanned hands and yanks me even closer without further warning.
A small noise of surprise escapes my throat as he does, though before I can actually process what’s going on, his tongue caresses my wet slit and swirls over my clit in one long, drawn-out movement.
Santi lets out a pleasurable sound that comes from low in his throat and goes straight to my clit, and I tense above him as his hot breath fans over my core.
My abdomen clenches and relaxes as he laps enthusiastically at me, his tongue trailing over every exposed inch, and I force myself to watch him through hooded lids. His own green eyes lift to mine, and the corners of his mouth curve upwards in a knowing smirk as his tongue continues to swirl and dance over me.
“Fuck, Santi - that feels so good,” I whimper, fighting the urge to close my eyes and toss my head back.
My hips buck wildly without my permission. My body moves instinctively, pressing my weight further down onto his face in search of more delicious friction.
Heat floods through me in waves, and I gasp in pleasure as two of his thick fingers find my wet entrance and push inside without further warning. He fucks me with them in earnest as his tongue continues to lap at my throbbing clit, never pausing in his ministrations, never allowing me chance to calm myself or catch my breath.
I try to hold my weight - really, I do - but he’s fucking relentless, driven and determined to send me into a frenzy, and my body eventually falls forwards against the couch as I’m completely overcome with pleasure and want. The slight change in position has my clit centred on his mouth while my pussy is opened impossibly more to his fingers, and I grind my hips downwards, more turned on than I’ve ever been.
I can’t quite believe that I’m literally riding the face of one of Spain’s most famous rugby players.
And that thought alone is almost enough to send me tumbling over the precipice of an orgasm.
His fingers continue to push in and out, in and out. I moan with each thrust of my hips, my eyes squeezing to a close as my thighs tremble on either side of his head. He builds me up further and further, knowing my body well enough by now that he can have me where he wants me in mere moments, and I shake my head from side to side as pleasure begins to take over my entire form.
“Ah - Santi,” I pant, my hips bucking wildly against his face. “I’m close, so, so close -”
He tongues my clit impossibly faster, his fingers fucking into me harder than before, and my abdomen clenches tightly as my release builds.
I’m babbling incoherently as my hands wander into his dark hair, and I tug on the strands in order to pull him impossibly closer to my core, whining and whimpering and stammering without any sense or control.
Sensing how close I am, Santi wraps his lips around my clit and sucks - hard - and I cry out in pleasure as my pussy finally pulses against his face, coating his lips and chin with the evidence of my orgasm.
A long, loud whine escapes my lips as blind heat rushes through my body. My nipples harden and my thighs tremble while my clit throbs in synchronisation with my heartbeat.
All the while, Santi’s head remains between my legs, my walls clenching and releasing around his fingers from where he ever so slowly keeps moving them inside me.
“Holy crap,” I gasp out, my throat dry. “Santi, I -”
Unphased by my exhaustion, Santi takes control of my limp body, keeping tight grip of my hips as he shuffles himself up the couch so that I’m once again straddling his waist rather than straddling his face.
“Fucking hell, Olivia,” he says as my pussy presses down onto his cock. “You’re drenched.”
Absolutely spent from my release, I find I can only whimper in acknowledgement of his words. Still, my body seems to have a mind of its own, and my hips gently grind down against the hard cock nestled between my legs, essentially coating Santi with my cum.
“I need you, baby,” he pants. The desperation and raw need is evident in his shaky voice. “Can you be a good girl for me and sit on my cock?”
Honestly, I don’t know how I’m going to do it - not when I feel as though I’m still floating on air, hardly even in control of my own body - yet I nod anyway.
After the powerful orgasm this man has just given me, I’ll do anything that he bloody wants.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I manage to murmur -