Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Are we counting?” she mumbles. “If so, that’s probably at least one and a half because daaaamn.” I can hear her smile.
“Maybe counting, or maybe trying to get you a-dick-ted to me,” I deadpan.
It takes her a second to hear the difference and realize I didn’t say addicted, but when she gets it, she laughs lightly. “You dickmitized me ages ago.”
“Wait till I fuck you,” I promise darkly.
As if that reminder is the jolt she needed, she jerks forward and starts blowing out candles like she’s making birthday wishes left and right. “Let’s go. Show me what you got, Dalton. We’ve waited long enough.” She twists around, her eyes dropping to my thick cock bobbing against my abs in the water. “I’ve waited long enough.”
We’ve both been patient—or at least, patient-ish—but I’m gonna make her wait a little longer because I need to taste her again. I want to fuck her with her sweetness on my tongue.
After getting out of the bath, I dry her off quickly with a soft towel even though I wouldn’t care if she was sopping wet while lying on my sheets. Hell, I might prefer it. But when I drop down to run the towel down her legs, I inhale her and can’t wait any longer. I push her back to the bathroom counter, guiding her to sit there while I kneel down between her thighs. It’s similar to how she sat on her kitchen counter to drive me fucking nuts with her honey, except this time, I’m going to drink her down the way I desperately wanted to then.
I throw one leg over my shoulder and she sets her other foot on the counter, spreading herself for me. Using the flat of my tongue, I lick a slow line from her entrance up to her clit. She shudders in response. “So fucking delicious,” I mutter before diving in for more.
I learn her folds with my tongue and my mouth, licking and sucking and nibbling along her tender flesh, paying attention to what makes her clench, moan, and squirm. Her hands thread into my hair, holding me against her. She seems to think I’m going to start something and then leave her hanging, and I wonder what type of shitty lovers she’s had in the past that would do that to her. Whoever they were, she doesn’t have to worry any longer. She’s gonna have to kick me to get me off her pussy because I’m addicted—to her, to her pleasure, to the painful pressure she elicits in my cock.
It takes only minutes for her to come again, coating my tongue and lips with her orgasm. Before she’s even found her breath, I scoop her from the counter. Her legs lock around my waist, putting my cock so close to where I want to be as I stride to the bedroom.
I toss her to the bed and she grins happily. “My turn?” She looks hungrily at me and licks her lips.
I quickly and sharply squeeze the base to fight off the explosion that’s already too close. “Next time. You remember what I told you, Joy? Are you ready?”
I’m asking so much more than if she thinks her slippery pussy is ready to be filled with my length and girth. I’m asking if she’s ready to admit this isn’t about a superstition and hasn’t been for a long time. I’m asking if she’s ready to give me a real chance, preconceived notions and fears be damned. I’m asking if she’s ready to handle the fallout of what we’re about to do.
I’m asking if she wants me the way I want her. Seriously enough to risk everything and give this a shot.
Give us a shot.
She bites her bottom lip and swallows thickly. The moment stretches, and I think she’s going to chicken out. I’m already mentally yelling at myself for pushing her too far, too fast when I knew she needed patience, and I’d have to prove myself over and over to secure a place behind her defenses.
But then she juts her chin out and smiles. “I’m ready. C’mere.” She holds her arms out, inviting me to join her, and I basically fall over her, catching myself at the last second with one knee and one arm.
I should ask if she’s sure. Double-check that she’s not feeling pressured. But I don’t. I’m too scared she’ll take it back, so instead, I kiss her hard, stealing her breath away so she can’t think too much about this.
I told her once that her pussy is mine. Right now, whether she knows it or not, when I slide into her, her heart will be mine too. She’s already got mine, so it only seems fair.
I roll us, putting her on top of me. “Ride me so you can control how much and how fast you take it.”