Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
She undid her bra, unclipping it in the front, releasing all of the sexual tension that had been building between them for weeks. His dick twitched at the sight of her big, pretty tits, and he licked his lips in appreciation. ‘Come A Little Closer,’ by Dierks Bentley, played for them, setting the mood just right.
“You still have too many clothes on.”
She reached for her hips to remove her panties, but he swatted her hands away. Looking deeply into her eyes, he slid his thumbs around the thin material and worked them down her long, soft legs. She opened her thighs a bit once he got to her knees, and he caught a glint of wetness along her slippery, juicy slit. Soft black curls rested against her pubic bone, inviting the wolf for a good time in her damp forest. A soft landing for his plans to crush her into pure bliss. Panties now in hand, he pressed them firmly against his nose.
His eyes fluttered as he sharply inhaled the soft, silky material. He growled at the heady, feminine scent of her, the distinctive aroma of good, clean, pussy, and his dick was practically barking now, needing a way out. Begging to dive in. Sweet relief.
Tossing her panties onto the floor to the tune of, ‘I’m Comin’ Over,’ by Chris Young, he went and dimmed the lights. Just enough to not miss a thing, but not too bright as to be distracting. Then he lit a couple of tealight candles he kept around for power outages. He opened his walk-in closet door and retrieved a red box, bringing it into the bedroom.
“What’s that?” She pointed to the container.
“Things we need.” He opened it and removed a strip of condoms, some massage oil, a bottle of lube—just in case—and an erotic massager. He placed them on a nightstand, then pulled his boxer briefs off, exposing himself to her. Her eyes immediately landed on his dick. She breathed in shallow, quick gasps, ran her hand along the hollow of her neck, then bit her lower lip.
“…Damn, boy,” she whispered, then smiled. “Shit.” She made some little noise, then squeezed her thighs closed, pressing them together as if she were just as afraid, as she was excited.
He stepped out of his underwear and got into the bed, lying beside her. They stroked each other as he kissed her softly, then a little harder… and harder still. Her breaths were choppy and warm as he clung to her, dragging her flush against his body. Hooking his fingers below the cups of her ass cheeks, he gave them a robust squeeze.
“You’ve got a lot of tattoos, Kage… they’re all over your body. I like them.” Her big, pretty eyes scanned him.
“They’re a map of different times in my life.”
“How old were you when you got your first one?”
“…Oh, I think ’round seventeen. It’s of a Samurai.” Instead of him pointing to it, she sought it out on her own, her eyes searching until they landed on the Asian fighter. The faded design decorated his shoulder.
“Why a Samurai?”
“Nothin’ spiritual or complicated. I just thought they were cool at the time.” She laughed lightly at that. “Forest Princess, let me ask you somethin’.”
“Mmm hmm?” He loved how she responded so quickly to her new nickname he’d given her.
“I don’t wanna know the last time you had sex. I wanna know when the last time was that you’ve had a good, long, deep, nasty, soul snatching, sweat soakin’ fuckin’, princess?” He rubbed his hands together, cocking his head to the side as he bit into his lower lip.
Her eyes widened at his words. A half second of surprise he surmised. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest as she looked at his mouth.
“Your eyes changed colors when you asked me that…”
“Did they now? Maybe my inner animal is gettin’ excited,” he stated with a smile.
“Your eyes say a lot. They talk more than you do.”
“You like my eyes?”
“Yeah. I think they’re really somethin’. One of the first things I noticed about you, actually. As for your question,” she scratched her chin, “hmmm, let me see. What you described?” She shrugged. “I can’t recall. It’s been a while.”
He cleared his throat, then curled her hair around his finger. “And before you ask, I’m STI free. Get tested every six months or so. You?”
“I’m STI free, too.”
“You on any kinda birth control?” He ran the pad of his thumb along her shoulder.
“No. I don’t have a consistent enough sex life to justify it. I’ve been principled regarding protection, though,” she explained.
He rolled over, grabbed his phone, and pulled up his records. She did the same. Now, it was time to get down to business. The sheets swayed and moved about as they dove beneath them, holding onto each other. They smiled, laughed and played. But then, playtime was over…