Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I was more than willing to do everything and anything she wanted.
Fuck, I wanted to fall down to my knees and worship her, she looked that hot.
But it was Layla that ended up doing the worshiping.
She started at my bicep, kissing and licking along my skin, touching every part of me. The soft moans she made while she played with me had my dick throbbing. I swear I could smell her pussy, the sweet tang of her cunt teasing my senses. I wanted a taste, wanted to suck on her clit, wanted to make her cum.
“We’ll get there,” she murmured as she flicked her tongue over one of my nipples. “After you’ve cum the first time?”
“The first time?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She gave a little shiver as she said, “I’m going to suck and fuck every little bit of cum out of your body that I can.”
“Christ,” I hissed as my hips thrust up, seeking relief for my aching dick.
Then she went to her knees, and I lost it.
Her hot, perfect, sucking mouth closed oh so gently around my shaft—just enough to give me a hint of what she could offer.
“Suck,” I growled.
All I got was a fluttering tease of her tongue in return.
Growling, I thrust my hips up again, but she pulled back, then gripped the base of my shaft hard enough that I saw stars.
“Hold still,” she mock-scolded. “Let me lick you.”
“Fucking…fuck…” I could barely speak as she stroked me in her tight fist.
She giggled a little, then I was treated to the sight of her big, dark eyes looking up at me as she took me deep.
Closing her eyes, she began to work me with both her hand and mouth, making my dick throb until it hurt with the need to cum.
Pulling back, she let a long strand of spit stretch between my dick and her lips, an obscene display that almost pushed me over the edge.
“Look how hard you are,” she said with a little moan as she licked just the tip of my dick. “You need to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I yelled, not caring who heard as my voice echoed through the canyon.
She stood and moved up, so her feet were on the little raised wood steps next to mine. That gave her enough height that she could press her pelvis against me and trap my dick between her legs. The wet, inferno like heat of her cunt glided over me as she rocked back and forth, not putting me in, teasing me instead.
Teasing us both.
“Yes,” she moaned. She slid her body up and down with a rock of her hips, my cock hugged by the lips of her cunt. “So good.”
“Put me in,” I groaned as she continued to dip and glide.
“I want you to cum on my ass and my pussy,” she shivered, and rubbed her nipples against my hairy chest. “Then I want you to lick it off.”
“Dirty girl,” I growled. “You sure?”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered, “Cum for me.”
“Ride it out.”
Even though I was the one restrained, it seemed like the flow of power between us shifted, because she eagerly followed my command.
“That’s it,” I praised her, delighting in how close she was to her climax. “Get my dick nice and wet. Grind your clit. Do it.”
Tilting her hips, she proceeded to rub her clit against my groin, positively soaking my cock.
A second later she stiffened, then clutched me tight and snapped her hips into me as her orgasm took her over.
Seeing, feeling, hearing her cum after so long set me off as well, and I bellowed as my cock jerked between her thighs, coating her with my release.
She leaned against me, panting, then startled when I wrapped my arms around her. “Hey! How did you get out?”
“Layla, you left like a four-inch gap around my wrists.”
She frowned up at me, her lips positively kissable. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Sorry, my arms were getting tingly. Undo my feet.”
“Bossy,” she muttered, but she did as I asked with a smile.
Once I was freed, I knelt before her, making her take a step back.
“Now then, I believe my little Mistress ordered me to clean her?”
She flushed, then gave me a shy look. Even dressed in fetish gear, she managed to somehow look sweet. It made my dick twitch with interest, but I still needed some recovery time. Layla, however, didn’t. I was determined to make her climax again, on my tongue this time. Prove to us both that I could please her.
Yes, it was a macho, sexist, dick thought, but no man worth his salt wants to think he’s not pleasing his partner. It’s a blow both to the ego and the heart. Makes him doubt he can give his woman what she needs.
Those thoughts vanished from my mind as Layla made a deep, purring noise in the back of her throat. “I did indeed. Get to work.”