Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Nate,” I breathe, tugging on his hair. “What are you doing?”
“I’m about to eat this pussy,” he says, his gaze trained on said pussy.
I pop up onto my elbows just in time to see him lean in and inhale my scent. His eyes close as a moan rumbles through him, and, holy shit, I’ve never been so turned on.
He parts my lips and dips his face, blocking my view, and then his warm, wet tongue slides up my center, making me drop onto my back with a groan.
Every guy I’ve been with treated going down on a woman like it was a chore. They wanted their dicks sucked, so they put up with eating a woman out.
But as Nate devours—yes, devours—my pussy, it’s clear that this isn’t just a chore to him. Moans, which he doesn’t attempt to hide, come from him as he licks and sucks on every part of me.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs, only pulling back long enough to thrust two fingers into me.
Between him massaging my clit, the perfect way his fingers are fucking me, and the feel of his beard scratching my heated flesh, a climax quickly works its way up. I’ve had plenty of orgasms over the years, but not a single one has prepared me for the expert way Nate rubs my inner walls and flicks my clit.
I want it to last forever, for him to spend hours eating me out—that’s how good it feels—but my body is too worked up, and it’s been too long.
And when he pushes the flat of his tongue against my swollen nub, I explode. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced hits me like a tidal wave, wave after delicious wave, as my entire body coils and then comes undone. I scream out Nate’s name as spots cloud my vision, so I close my eyes.
Nate doesn’t stop until I’m so sensitive and wrung out that I lazily push him off me, unable to handle another second of his mouth on me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I briefly wonder if you can have a heart attack from an orgasm.
When he sits back on his haunches, his beautiful brown eyes meet mine while he makes a show of licking my juices off his lips, and my stomach knots at the thought that tonight is all we have. Tomorrow, I have to go back to the hotel and deal with the rehearsal and dinner afterward. Saturday is the wedding. Maybe we could spend some time together on Sunday if he’s not busy. But then Monday, I leave. I have a car scheduled to pick me up at four in the morning because I have an early flight. And that will be it. Nate will go his way, and I’ll go mine.
“Get out of your head,” Nate says, climbing up my body. “It’s just you and me in this moment. All the other shit will be there tomorrow.”
He presses his mouth to mine, parting my lips so his tongue can delve in, giving me a taste of myself, while I reach down and wrap my fingers around his shaft.
He’s already hard, and I’m wet, so it doesn’t take much to guide him into me. He’s thick and long, and he stretches me like he was made for me.
When he’s all the way in, I hook my legs around his waist, and he starts to fuck me with the same amount of passion he ate me. Every thrust is deep and purposeful, meant to bring me pleasure as well. Nate is the most selfless lover I’ve ever been with, and I’m already envious of the woman who will get to spend her life with him.
My orgasm starts to build again, and I feel Nate’s cock start to swell inside me. We’re both close, our bodies working with each other to bring us pleasure.
“Paige,” Nate whispers against my lips, his facial hair tickling my flesh. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but you feel so good, and I just realized it’s because I forgot to put on a condom. Fuck, baby, please tell me I can come in your perfect cunt.”
Shit! I knew it felt too good to be true. I suck at taking birth control, and I hate the thought of something being put inside of me, so I’ve always insisted on guys using condoms to prevent pregnancy.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I’m not on anything. You have to pull out.”
Nate groans but nods in understanding. Then, he picks up his pace, fucking me deeper, harder, and for a moment, I think he’s going to say fuck it and come in me. And when my climax hits and I come for the second time, I don’t even think about the consequences until he pulls out and takes his shaft in his hand. He strokes it a few times, and then ropes of cum spurt out, painting ribbons of white across my belly.