Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
It’s the last thing I say before I lick the pre-cum twirling around the tip, my mouth sucking it in. I move higher on my knees while my hair falls over me when I try to take him deep down in my throat. Matthew’s hips thrust up, making me moan out, making me want to bring him to his knees. His fingers move my hair to the side so he can see me take him in my mouth.
“Beauty,” he says to me while I take him more vigorously, up and down. He hits the back of my throat, and each time my hand wraps him and moves with it. “As much as I love you on your knees with my cock in your mouth, I need you to get up here and ride me.”
I rise up, having his cock slide out of my mouth, a smile forming on my lips. I place one foot on each side of his legs, unbuttoning his shirt that’s still buttoned. His chest smooth, my hands run up and down to his shoulders, opening it up even more. Grabbing him in one hand, I hover on him, rubbing him through my folds as I slowly lower myself on him. When he tied me up in bed, we were so caught up in each other that we forgot about the condom. After talking about it and me being on the pill, it was mutually decided we would go without. His hands hold my hips as soon as I’m on him completely. His strength lifts me up and down while I arch my back and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The only sound in the room is from us, our breaths coming faster and faster. The moans fill the room. I’m about to come when he slams me down and grabs hold of my waist, standing up, his pants around his hips while my legs wrap around his waist. Walking over to the window, he puts my back directly on it. The cold from outside stings me, a hiss coming from between my clenched teeth, but I don’t have time to think because he starts moving in me, slamming into me while the window holds me up. His face goes into my neck while my arms wrap around him. I’m like a spider monkey, wanting to crawl inside of him. “Matthew,” I say because he’s right there. The feel of him in me is too much. The feel of his hands on me make me lose my mind each and every single time.
“Get there, babe.” Is all he says in between thrusts.
Glancing down, watching him disappear in me is more than I can take and I come hard, my head rolling side to side on the window while I feel myself leak onto him. I’m almost down when he slams forward one more time and follows me into oblivion.
We go another three rounds before falling asleep intertwined with each other. The alarm rings way too early the next day. He reaches over, turning it off.
“Baby, you need to get up.” He kisses my shoulder while I press deeper into the pillow. “Babe.”
“No, go away.” I try to move away from him, my eyes still closed. “I’m on vacation.” I hear him get off the bed and peek open one eye. He walks to the window, opening the shades, the sun from outside coming straight inside. He walks back to the bed, whipping the sheet off me. “Let’s go, sleepyhead, we have to meet my parents in thirty minutes. He smacks my ass and then walks toward the bathroom where I hear him start the shower. “Babe, I would love nothing more than for you to stay in bed all day naked while I fuck you silly, but—”
“Matthew, the walls may be soundproof but the door isn’t.” I hear his mother’s voice from outside the hallway.
I jump up, suddenly awake. I cover myself in the off chance he opens the door, but he just laughs from the bathroom.
“See you two in thirty,” she says while I hope she walks away.
Matthew comes back out, looking at me.
“I hate you,” I tell him, getting up and going into the bathroom. The water is set perfect as always. He gets in right behind me where he shows me that I really don’t hate him. Again.
I dress in jeans and a white camisole with a see-through long-sleeved tan shirt. I pair it with brown flip-flops and Ray-Ban aviator glasses. My makeup is only mascara and lip stick. My hair is braided to the side loosely. Matthew is dressed in his dark denim jeans, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a brown V-neck sweater over it. He plays with his hair in the mirror, his brown suede boots already on.
“Let’s go,” he says, walking past me to the door. “Besides, you look like you're ready to drop to your knees and blow me.”