Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes, the only light shining was the full moon from outside. But it was enough. It was enough to see everything in his eyes all at once.
“Loving you, Ang. Loving you.” He moved down the bed, his tongue trailing down my naked body.
And the story of why I was naked was a funny one.
I’d just gotten out of the shower when I realized that all of my panties were in the washing machine. Elise had spilled a sippy cup of chocolate milk in my underwear drawer right before bed, and I’d hastily grabbed the whole drawer and dumped every article into the machine without thinking about the fact that I’d need them after my shower.
When I’d gotten out, I’d been torn.
Usually, I wore something.
But since I had no panties, I figured it’d be just as easy to not wear anything at all.
Subconsciously, I’d wished that Bowe would see me sleeping naked and force my hand.
Logically, I’d known that wasn’t a possibility, but low and behold, Bowe was here, forcing my hand.
He’d called my bluff, and I was fucking ecstatic that he wasn’t wasting time getting down to the important things…such as my clit.
His fingers delved between my folds as his hot mouth fastened onto one nipple.
Feeling such greatness all at once was hell on my body. I couldn’t decide which way to move toward, so I chose to stay still and take it all in.
Bowe didn’t say a word as he devoured first one nipple, then the other.
All the while his fingers stayed busy as he thrust his fingers into my pussy, allowing his thumb to slip deliciously over my clit.
His hand came down and thrust my leg up and out, splaying me even wider for his fingers.
And when I thought that I was about to come, he completely withdrew from me, standing up so fast that I cried out in dismay.
“No!” I cried, my hand automatically going down to the ache between my legs.
“You touch yourself and I don’t get you off,” Bowe boomed.
My hand froze in the thatch of hair between my legs, and I looked at him in shock.
“But Bowe,” I started.
He unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to his feet, letting gravity do all the work.
His underwear wasn’t as easy since his erection tented the front of his boxer briefs.
After some maneuvering, though, he was able to kick them off as well, leaving him in nothing but his skin.
His large erection jutted out in front of him, long, thick and mean looking.
It pulsed with the beat of his heart, and the ruddy red tip looked like it was in need of my mouth.
But when I went to place him where I wanted him, he pushed me back down, then went as far as to roll me over on my belly.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “You move, I’m pulling out of you.”
Stunned by this new side of Bowe, I stayed where I was, flat on my belly, with my arms stretched high over my head.
Bowe straddled my outstretched thighs, and then slowly started to massage my ass cheeks.
His thumbs dipped between the part in my thighs, and I nearly groaned when they both went up and in, straight to my pussy.
His thumbs were wide, and it’d been over a couple weeks since I’d had him, so the invasion of two thumbs was enough to send my entire lower half up off the bed.
It didn’t hurt, per se, but it also took some breathing on my part to find the pleasure of the act.
But the moment he started to suck on my neck while he fucked me with his thumbs, I was a goner.
It took literally two strokes of his thumbs and a little neck play for me to come.
I had no hope for it. There was nothing I could do when it came to Bowe.
If he wanted me to come, then I was coming. There was no stopping him when he wanted something.
And that, I saw, was the error in my ways.
Bowe wanted me and he would do anything to get what he wanted.
With my ecstatic pussy clamping down around his thumbs, he slowly withdrew them from my body, then let them trail up the middle of my back. The act left a trail of wetness all the way to the base of my neck.
A trail that he started to lick up the moment he was finished making it.
Lick after lick had him on the path straight to my pussy in a matter of moments, leaving me with nothing else to do but close my eyes and imagine the moment he finally got to my pussy.
But all my imaginings had nothing on the real thing.
When Bowe’s mouth found the base of my spine, he leaned down and buried his face between my legs.