Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Her pussy is wet and hot, waiting for my throbbing dick, as excited for it as my body is for her.
“I’ll give you the tour later,” I say gruffly, kicking my bedroom door open and carrying her to the bed.
After laying her down, I close the door and switch the lights on.
“Are you sure you want them on?” she asks.
I move to the edge of the bed, staring down at her. “I want to see everything. Take off your coat.”
She rises to her knees, her hand shaking as she reaches for the zipper.
“Just remember,” I tell her, “this is the start of everything we want. This is it, Alice. This is us.”
She bites her lip, making my balls swell even more. She’ll never know how captivating she is when she does that.
Slowly, she unzips her coat, revealing the mouthwatering dress, the lace across her cleavage making her look like a gift ready to be unwrapped.
She zips it down all the way, then shrugs it off, causing her breasts to shake seductively.
“Fucking. Hell.”
I move to the bed, falling to my knees, reaching up, and sliding my hands up her legs.
“I need to taste your soaked pussy. I need to get you even wetter, ready for my cock.”
She stares down at me with wide, gorgeous eyes as I grab her tights and pull them down inch by inch, revealing her naked flesh, the sight driving me even more feral.
Something deep inside – my need to have babies with my woman – is telling me to tear her tights away, to plunge deep and come in her waiting pussy right away.
But I want to savor every moment.
She moans as I toss her tights aside, then I reach up, pressing my hand down against her pink panties, spots of wetness on the material telling me how ready she is.
I rub over her panties, causing her to shake, the movement making her thighs jiggle in the sexiest way possible.
So. Damn. Curvy.
I pull her panties down, then stare in awe at her soaked pussy, and her pink, glistening, lust-swollen lips.
I feel like a wolf who’s roamed too long, looking for food, and now I’ve finally found my meal, the only one I’ll ever need.
“You even smell good,” I moan as I hold onto her thighs, moving my face closer and closer to her pussy, her tanginess enveloping me, beckoning to me.
“I do?” she whimpers.
I do.
Soon, she’ll say that.
At the altar. After walking down the aisle.
“Yes,” I tell her confidently. “You smell like… like if I don’t taste you soon, I’ll die.”
Her moans get more urgent when I slide my hands from her thighs around to her ass, greedily caressing her as I bring my face right up against her pussy.
I open my mouth, just like I promised in our texts.
I feast on her sopping virgin pussy.
Licking her clit, her lips, everywhere, I own all of her with my tongue, driven on by how her moaning shifts and becomes stilted and then urgent again.
She’s singing to me with pleasure, each sound telling me how desperately she wants me to keep going.
I can’t help but push my tongue further into her, feeling her tightness widen just a little for me, enough for her taste to envelop my tongue.
Her hands claw at the sheets like she’s getting closer.
I snarl as I fuck her pussy with my tongue, and then I reach up and rub her clit, making sure all my woman’s perfect pussy gets the attention it deserves.
I can’t stop pushing my tongue into her, deeper and faster, with more passion.
She starts to buck her hips, my horny woman chasing the pleasure.
The lust erupts in me when she does that.
Reaching down, I almost touch my cock, but I want to wait for her. I want to come inside her.
My shaft is so full of seed I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.
But there’s no world in which I finish before I feel her seeping down my cock, before she drenches my length with her eager juices.
I squeeze her ass harder, indulging in her thick flesh, driving my tongue so deep I have to remove my hand from her clit.
My upper lip presses against it instead.
“W-W-Weston,” she moans. “Oh, oh….”
I want to tell her. This is just the start. Once you come and get even wetter, I’m going to take you deep.
But I can’t speak.
Just move my tongue in and out, feasting on her tanginess. I’m as obsessed with her taste as I am with the rest of her.
Soon, I feel her sex quivering around my tongue, pulsing as she gets closer.
She lets out a long moan, and her hand moves to my hair, her fingernails scraping against my scalp and then falling away like she’s so flooded with pleasure she doesn’t know how to respond.
I keep going, feeling her release of euphoria through the tightening of her ass and the tautness in her body.