Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Fuck no.” She left the plates there along with the empty glasses of wine, showing her experience as a waitress by carrying everything at once. She turned back around to face me. “I don’t give a damn about dishes right now.” She moved into me as she said those words, rising on her tiptoes and hooking her arms around my neck to kiss me hard on the mouth.
It was like the kiss in the entryway, the heat burning us both to ash. Once I felt her mouth against mine, the muscles that squeezed my spine relaxed, but everything else clenched tight in desire.
She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tried to get it over my head, but she couldn’t reach past my shoulders. Frustration was in her eyes, like she wanted it off but couldn’t do it on her own.
I felt the smirk pull at my lips before I yanked it off myself.
Her hands immediately palmed my chest, and she looked at me like I was everything she ever wanted. Her eyes found mine again, and then there was a distinct flash of emotion, a dance in her eyes I could see. She stepped close to me again and kissed me, this time slow and delicate, her hand stroking my jawline.
I was hard underneath my jeans, but the rest of me felt soft. Soft in a way I’d never known.
Her hands gently pushed on my chest and backed me up, farther and farther, her confident eyes on me.
I felt the barrier at the backs of my legs when I hit the couch. I sat down and leaned back, looking up at her as she pulled her top over her head and unclasped her bra, revealing her great rack.
My eyes dropped because she had such nice tits.
Big, but not too big. Firm and perky. Little nipples so high they practically saluted you.
She moved to her jeans next, undressing herself while she looked at me, confident and seductive. She turned around before she pushed her jeans over her ass, bending in the process so I could watch.
Damn.
She wore a little white G-string underneath. Her ass was tight like she walked everywhere in Paris, up all the flights of stairs to her apartment every day, giving herself a nice peach that usually had to be created with exercise in the gym.
She pulled the panties off too, showing me that pussy that already had a shine.
Jesus.
She turned around and faced me again then moved to her knees on the hardwood floor. Her hands started at my thighs then snaked to my jeans before she popped them free and tugged down the zipper. Just like when she gave me the best head of my life, she tugged down my jeans to my ankles like it was her honor to suck my dick.
My dick was so hard it hurt.
She moved into me like she was going to do it again, beg me to come in her mouth because she liked the taste.
“No.” My hand grabbed her throat and tugged her to me. “I want you.” I’d never turned down a blow job in my life. First time for everything, I guess.
Her eyes softened for a millisecond before they heated again. She crawled on top of me as she straddled my hips, her arms wrapping around my neck so she could kiss me again, our mouths level with each other when she was on my lap.
I dug into her hair with one hand, while the other gripped her nectarine ass. Her tits grazed against my chest when she moved, and I could feel the sharpness of her pebbled nipples. Her skin was cold to the touch but would soon be warm after we moved together.
She sat on my lap, her pussy right on my dick, and I could feel it.
The wetness of her slit. A waterfall of arousal, a viscous lubrication that must have emerged the second I walked in the door because there was so much of it.
She continued to kiss me, rocking her hips slightly so her pussy could glide over my length. The wetter she became, the more it smeared, and the louder the friction between our bodies became. She started to dig her clit into me as she kissed me, pleasuring herself with my mouth and my dick.
I squeezed her cheeks as I felt her tits against me, my dick so hard and anxious but also content with what we had. The moment I was sheathed in that soaking channel, I would be done for, so she could get herself off all she wanted.
She started to moan louder into my mouth as she dug harder into me, dragging her wet folds across me, the most seductive woman I’d ever been with. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. She knew what I wanted and wasn’t afraid to give it.