Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Her sexy mouth opens in a gasp of excitement at the rough claim my hand makes, and my cock pushes hard and heavy against my pants. She is stunningly beautiful. I watch her avidly, as her plump lips make an O shape and I almost come right there. Fuck, it’s like being a teenager all over again.
Her eyes flutter closed as my thumb finds and presses on her swollen clit through the material. I move my thumb in a circular motion, and a moan escapes her throat, as her hips begin to writhe to the hypnotic rhythm of my thumb. Watching her squirm her soft body against mine is too much for me to take.
My hands move to her ass and clutching her tightly to me, I lift myself out of my horizontal position and get to my feet. She gives a breathless gasp of surprise at the sudden movement. Turning her around I put her on her back on the reclining seat. Jerking her legs open I bury my nose in her sex. The heady potency of her scent makes my body shudder.
Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.
My mouth opens and I cover her pussy through the material of her jeans. Her hands find their way to my hair, her fingers like claws, grasping, pulling, sending sharp shards of pain into my skull.
I relish the pain.
Hurriedly, I unfasten her buttons, tug the zip down, and yank her jeans down her hips and legs. She has on the smallest panties I have ever seen and I have seen many, a white lacy scrap of delicate material that covers her peachy pussy. Her smell makes my head swim with lust.
I don’t waste any time.
I tear the lace off her hips and hungrily suck her wet, throbbing, delicious sex, all of it, into my mouth. Greedily, I lick her first bout of arousal clean, my tongue lapping into every swirl of pink flesh, then sinking my tongue deep into her.
“Oh god,” she gasps aloud, and desperately holds onto my head. I can feel her body quivering.
The bridge of my nose strokes the engorged bud of her clit as my tongue digs repeatedly into her, and the combined motion I know is the perfect preamble to how the next hour is going to go for her.
She makes a small mewling sound of pure pleasure. “Don’t stop… that feels so good.”
Stop? She doesn’t know I’m starving, and I just can't get enough as I devour her. I lift one of her legs up, hooking the crook over my shoulder and double down on ravishing her.
At first I use only my mouth, but then my finger joins in the fun, one and then a second, and suddenly I hear a sound that is not pleasure. I look up and her face is winced in pain.
Frowning I look down. My fingers are stained red. Blood! What the… I freeze. It cannot be. It is impossible. She is a honeypot. Don’t they have sex with loads of men?
And yet… she is a virgin.
A swarm of emotions run through me at that moment, but none of which I know how to address. I feel shock, but then it quickly dissipates. And then I am struck by a dizzying burst of delight. No one has ever had her! I will be first to enter her body. The idea of being the first man to possess her is primitive and raw. It brings out the hunter in me.
I raise my head and meet her sapphire eyes staring down at me.
“Go on,” she says softly. “Don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?”
Her answer is to thrust her sex into my face.
Nothing could be clearer than that, and I immediately comply with her demand. I do however, make a note to be gentler with her than the wild pace I’d planned.
A few moments later, and she is twisting and crying out with pleasure as three of my fingers work inside her while my mouth sucks on her clit. The gyration of her hips is mesmerizing and our rhythm is one of almost deranged frenzy and harmony.
“Oh God, oh God,” she cries. Her husky voice is like music to my ears.
A guttural groan sounds from my throat. It surprises me. It is feral and has an animalistic quality. I recognize it as the sound of possession. The sound of a man claiming a woman. I feel her quickening, each hard precise thrust and vicious suck on her delicate bud bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
I feel as though I too am spiraling out of control as she races towards her own release. Her climax is almost upon her. Her whimpers are starting to sound like sobs.
“Konstantin,” she calls out. “Oh my God... oh my God.”
She pounds her sex into my face, and when the last bout of pleasure sweeps through her body she breaks open. As her mouth opens wide, I slap my hand over it, muffling the scream. Her body shudders violently at the release as her juices pour over my chin in a stream of heated, molten ecstasy.