Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
A grin settles across my face as they dart into the office, one of them grabbing hold of Mason’s shoulder and quickly pulling his hand away in disgust, realizing he has a palmful of cum. I laugh to myself. This day couldn’t get any better.
Then with a stupid grin across my face, I take off into the night, more than proud of myself.
It’s a little after one in the morning when I arrive at Kyah’s apartment. Slipping in through her living room window, I grin to myself. It’s locked just as it always is, but with the right amount of wiggle, it slips right open.
A breath of relief sails out of me as I step inside her apartment, her familiar scent welcoming me in, and without hesitation, I make my way toward her bedroom. The door is open as usual, and as I hover in the doorway peering in, I find her asleep. Only there’s something different tonight.
She’s tossing and turning, unable to find peace while she sleeps. She almost seems frustrated, sad maybe, and it puts me on edge.
I silently make my way across her room, not making a single sound, but even in her sleep, I know she senses me here, she always does and I appreciate when she doesn’t try and act up. She allows me just to be, for us both to remain in peace, and a part of me wonders if it’s because she’s just as hungry for me as I am for her.
Knowing how the armchair likes to squeak when I sit down, I take my time, lowering myself into it carefully before leaning back and watching her. She’s so fucking beautiful when she sleeps, but I hate the way she tosses and turns. She groans and grunts, and I wonder if maybe this is some kind of nightmare. After having to deal with Crew, Mason, and Viper, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started having nightmares. It makes sense. She’s dealing with a lot right now, but I’m doing everything I can to try and minimize that stress.
Perhaps all she needs is to relax, and that is something I can more than help with.
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as my cock hardens within my pants, and I can’t help lifting myself out of the chair. I stride toward her, lingering at the foot of her bed.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
I take her blanket, fisting it into my palm and slowly lifting it over her and pulling it back, taking my time so that I don’t startle her. She wears a tiny black thong and a loose-cropped tank that rides up her body, gathered just beneath her perfect plump tits. My mouth waters.
I need to have her now. I need to fucking taste her.
Creeping around the side of her bed, I drop my fingers to her ankle, slowly dragging them up to her knee before trailing further up her inner thigh. She groans, instantly relaxing into my touch, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I do it again, and this time, she groans a little louder.
“That’s right, my sweet Kyah,” I whisper into the dark room. “You like that, don’t you?”
She continues moving around in her sleep, and I gently kneel at the end of her bed. Taking her knee, I slowly roll her to her back and her thighs open wide like a fucking offering to take exactly what I want, but this isn’t about me. This is about giving her what she needs.
Taking my time, I settle between her legs. My lips brush against her creamy thigh, and I inhale deeply, smelling her arousal in the air and almost coming in my pants for the second time tonight. My fingers skim across her hip, and the more she groans and pushes against my touch, the more I know she wants this.
My arms scoop beneath her thighs as my hand twists around her body, curving over her ribs and up toward her full tits. I bury my face between her sweet thighs, and even through the fabric of her thong, I can feel how ready she is. Then, not able to wait even a second longer, I reach down and grip the fabric of her thong and pull it aside, exposing that sweet cunt.
My mouth immediately closes over her clit, and I flatten my tongue against her before taking slow, purposeful strokes over her sensitive clit. Her body shudders beneath me, her hips rocking for more, and I don’t dare stop.
I take her slowly, my tongue working back and forth as Kyah groans against her pillow, her fingers skimming across her body and lingering on her perfect tits. And then as her hips start to rock a little faster, I pull back one arm and press my fingers against her entrance, slowly pushing inside.