Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
His hands went to either of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing me to the cool air of the bathroom.
I gasped in surprise when I felt his mouth.
His beard tickled me as his mouth went straight to my entrance.
He groaned as his tongue swept out, circling around my entrance before plunging all the way inside.
I gasped and threw myself farther into the counter so hard that I’d be sporting bruises on my hips in the morning.
But right then, at that very moment in time, I didn’t care.
Not when Lock’s mouth was on my pussy.
Not when he was tasting and sucking and licking and ultimately rocking my entire world.
I dropped my forehead to the cool counter, wishing I had something I could grab onto.
Stretching my arms up over my head, I encountered the faucet, and latched on.
Moaning, I rocked my hips back and forth, wanting so badly for him to fill me with his cock, but also liking the way he felt with his tongue inside me.
It was definitely the worst predicament I’d ever found myself in, that was for sure.
And, just sayin’, but having his tongue inside of me was way better than my first sexual partner had ever accomplished with his cock, fingers, and tongue.
Oh, boy, did Lock have a talented tongue.
“Spread your legs so I can get to your clit,” he ordered, pushing them open wider.
I whimpered.
“I can’t,” I gasped. “My panties…”
Lock fisted them in his hand and yanked them free, pushing my legs wide in the next second.
I practically keened when I was able to push them open farther and he was finally able to get to my clit.
His thumb pressed down directly onto it at the same time that he thrust his tongue into my pussy, and I detonated. Right then and there.
One second I was capable of thought, and the next I was practically pushing my backside against his face begging for more.
His chuckle after I regained enough cognitive thought was soothing.
“I think,” I gasped as I pulled myself further onto the counter. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” I paused. “You should come with a warning label. Warning: this man gives good orgasms. Stay twenty feet away at all times.”
He leaned forward and bit me.
On the ass.
Hard.
“Shit,” I breathed, jolting forward.
“Warning labels are stupid,” he teased. “I think they should take them off of everything. Thin out the stupid from the population.”
I wiggled my hips as he stood up.
Sadly, the way that he was standing directly behind me made it to where I couldn’t see his cock as he pushed his underwear down just enough so that his cock could bob free.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said. “So I’m going to jack off on your back, and you’re going to stay still.”
I swallowed hard.
I would.
I really, really would.
But I didn’t want him to come on my back.
I wanted him to come inside of me.
“I’m on the pill,” I told him. “I’m clean.”
He froze with his cock pressed hard against me.
“What?” he asked, deceptively soft.
“I’m on the pill,” I repeated. “Have been for a while now.”
He didn’t need to know that I was planning on dropping those pills the moment I moved back home.
Unfortunately, that was just an added expense.
I had about three days left of my last refill before I was completely out.
“I’m clean, too,” he told me. “Got tested just last week, actually. Had an accident on the job and they forced me to get a tetanus shot and blood tests run.”
I wiggled my hips.
“Then put your cock inside of me already and stop teasing,” I told him bluntly. “You’re driving me absolutely crazy.”
He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, then slowly circled it, coating the entire tip.
I bit my lip and watched his face in the mirror.
He was watching what he was doing between my legs, completely entranced.
I loved his intense focus.
Even more, I loved how beautiful the man was.
Naked or dressed, he was seriously the most handsome man I’d ever met in my life.
I hadn’t been joking when I said I couldn’t stop thinking about him and that kiss.
I couldn’t.
And, more importantly, I didn’t want to.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he notched the tip inside of me.
I squeezed my inner muscles, kissing his tip with my entrance and causing him to curse.
His eyes moved up until they caught mine, and he held my gaze as he slowly pushed inside.
He didn’t stop pushing until my mouth was open in a silent scream, and he was so far inside of me that I felt like I could feel him in my throat.
“You’re so tight.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “And so hot. Silky. So goddamn tight. Fuuuuuck.”
I rotated my hips, hoping to help ease the fullness, but it only served to push him even deeper inside of me.