Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Come on, sweet girl, tell me the fucking truth.
Knowing she liked the feel of her bare skin on her fingers as she played with herself.
I stood in front of her, watching her breathing hitch. She started biting her lip before she nodded. My cock throbbed at her silent affirmation.
“Tell me. Tell me all the dirty things you did to that bare pussy when you were alone.” Fuck, I needed to stop or I’d come just from talking like this with her. I reached down and grabbed my length, stroking my dick from root to tip.
“I shaved… down there, because I liked the way it felt when I—” I could practically feel how nervous she was telling me this. “—touched myself.”
I groaned, the sound deep and long, vibrating out of my chest.
“And what did you think about?” Fuck, was that my voice? “What did you think about while you played with that virgin pussy, Bryn?”
She started worrying that lip again, but I could see the change in her body, knowing this was getting her off. “You, Oli. I thought of you touching me, kissing me… between my thighs.”
Yeah… my fucking control snapped right then at hearing those words.
“Fuck, you’re mine, and I’m gone to mark the fuck out of you in every way I can.”
“Oli,” she moaned, sounding delirious in her need.
“I’m going to make it so everyone knows you’re mine.”
She looked down at my cock before flicking back up to my eyes.
“You want that, don’t you?”
She nodded and said, “God, yes.” She licked her lips, and I growled at how sexy that was.
“Tell me what you want.”
She breathed in and out harshly. “I want you in my mouth.”
Holy fucking hell. I was going to fall to my knees and worship this woman until the day I die.
“Do you want that?” she asked so hesitantly, as if she thought I’d deny her anything.
I couldn't stop the low, gruff sound that left me. “Then get on your knees and suck my cock, Bryn.”
8
Bryn
If this was what it felt like to lose your mind, I never wanted to come back from it.
Oli was so big, so strong and muscular, that I felt as if I was nothing as he held me, this speck, a fragment of a particle. I didn’t know what had gotten into me when I said I wanted him in my mouth. I didn’t know what had gotten into me this entire night. But Oli was this acceleration to me, and there was no way I could stop myself from just trying to play out every fantasy I’d had about him.
And this was one of them.
I let my gaze scan over every naked inch of him, from his broad shoulders, to his wide chest that was ridiculously defined, the tendons and sinew cut under the skin of his torso, and down to his narrow hips… and lower still to his cock.
I found myself falling to my knees, my mouth drying as I stared at his dick that bobbed lightly between his legs when he took a step closer. The floor was cold and hard on my knees, but I welcomed the discomfort.
His cock was right in my face, long and thick, the head bulbous, slightly bigger than the shaft, the tip so glossy with all that pre-cum. My mouth watered, and my heart thundered. I was so soaked between my thighs, so aroused, that I didn’t know if he’d be able to tame it.
“Bryn,” he groaned. “You keep looking at my cock like that, and I’ll come before we even do this.” His words were clipped. “Open your mouth and put my big dick between those pretty lips of yours.” His command was hard, unyielding. This was what I’d been wanting, fantasizing about for the last year, since I first saw him sitting on that couch staring at me with so much heat it had singed my skin.
Leaning forward and bracing a hand on his muscular thigh, I reached out with my other hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I tried to wrap them all the way around his girth, but he was so thick the tips of the digits didn’t even reach the others.
God, how will he ever fit in me?
He grabbed a chunk of my hair behind my head, the sting of pain heightening my pleasure. I couldn’t hold in my moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he said when I licked my lips right before opening my mouth. Oli started rubbing the tip of his dick along my lips, the silkiness of his pre-cum painting my mouth. “Lick that off.” I ran my tongue along first my bottom lip, then along the top, the entire time my head tipped back so I could look into his face. He hummed in approval. “That’s right. Clean it all off, because I’ve got more where that came from.”