Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“Silvan…”
“You’ve never let a man eat your pussy before, huh?”
“Please, I’ll die.”
I crack a smile at my pretty little virgin. So fucking innocent.
I can’t wait to tongue the fuck out of that sweet pussy. I want her whining and whimpering; I want to feel her tummy muscles contracting as she struggles to breathe through the ecstasy.
Fuck yes.
Ignoring her virginal dismay at the idea of my face between her thighs, I position myself between them, keeping one hand locked around a thigh and using the other to spread that pretty pink pussy open so I can look at my meal before I devour it.
“Silvan, please. Let me suck you. Please? I’ll swallow for you. I’ll suck you clean like a good girl.”
Christ, that is tempting.
She knows it, too. My clever girl collected all the things I said to her so she could deliver them back to me in an offer too good to refuse.
But I summon some willpower and shake my head. “It’s your turn. I want to taste you tonight.”
“But—”
I stop her words with my mouth, latching onto her pussy and savoring the sound of her gasping, then moaning when my tongue teases her sensitive clit to give her a taste of what’s coming. Her thighs squeeze my head tight, but I have all the space I need to spread her pussy lips wider and dip more of my tongue inside her.
“Oh god,” she murmurs weakly, clutching at the edge of the seat. “Silvan…”
My cock throbs with need as I feel her wet heat all around my tongue. There aren’t fucking words for how badly I want to feel it around my cock.
First, I want to taste her. Every fucking inch of her.
“Silvan,” she cries, reaching down and grabbing my hair.
I pop up to let her know I like it. “Fuck yes, baby. Tug on my hair all you want while I devour this perfect pussy.”
Her face is flushed, but I can see the sheen of pleasure over her unique eyes.
I flash her a smile, then dive between her thighs again, taking a mouthful of sweet pussy and fucking her with my tongue like I so desperately want to do with my cock.
I tease her clit, paying careful attention to her gasps and moans so I can learn her body. I caress her tummy, feeling the way the muscles contract and using her body’s responses as a map so I know exactly where to spend more time.
When I think she can take it, I take her clit into my mouth and suck. She nearly shoots off the seat. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she cries as I gently suck on that sensitive little nub. “Oh my god, Silvan.”
Her thighs tremble, and I know she’s on the brink of coming. She’s so inexperienced. It won’t take much stimulation, so I slide a finger inside her to let her feel the fullness in her pussy—and so I can feel the convulsions when she does.
Her breathy little cries drive me fucking crazy. My hard-on aches, but I stay focused on her pleasure, gently finger fucking her wet heat as I suck on her clit.
She struggles against my grasp, her body twisting and her hips thrusting against my face as she chases the rapture she must know she’s close to.
And then she explodes.
She’s fucking gorgeous like this—her head thrown back, her eyes tightly shut, and her lips parted as she cries out in ecstasy.
Her pussy spasms around my finger, and I think about how fucking good that will feel around my cock.
I wish I could record her coming so I could watch it later, jerking my cock to her perfect little fucking sounds.
For tonight, I guess a memory will have to suffice.
Maybe next time, I’ll plan a little better.
It’s my first taste of her pussy, but it’s not nearly enough to satisfy my hunger.
Her body is spent in the aftermath. She lies there spread open for me, too blissed out to fight me. If I shoved my cock in her right now, I think she’d let me. At the very least, she wouldn’t have the energy to fight me. I could drive deep inside that hot pussy and use her perfect body to get myself off, even if she wouldn’t participate.
I want to. I really fucking want to.
But I force myself to take a look at the big picture.
Just a few minutes ago, Sophie was intent on never being anywhere near me ever again.
Maybe if I let her have a taste of the pleasure I can offer her without demanding anything in return, she’ll change her tune.
For the short term, fucking her now makes the most sense, but I’m playing the long game this time.
I don’t just want a taste of Sophie; I want the smorgasbord. I want her on the menu every fucking night. I want her in my bed, in my life, and while I can force myself on her for a time, eventually, she has to accept me, or she’ll end up my prisoner.