Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“It’s my hardest gig by far.” Her eyes flash when I pull her leggings off her feet. “But also the best.”
I hike her leg over my shoulder, spreading her open as I fall onto my belly, pushing up onto my forearms and knees so I’m on all fours. Good thing this couch is oversize, allowing us both to fit on the cushions. “Stressful.”
“So stressful.” She digs her hands into my hair. I slide my hands underneath her ass, giving it a quick squeeze. “Thank God for coffee.”
“That what we’re calling this now?” I lick her clit, an unhurried stroke of tongue. “Coffee?”
Her eyes flutter shut. “I live for caffeine.”
I hum my assent against her pussy. She tastes exactly how I remember, sweet and earthy and perfect. “The buzz is the best.”
“It really i—oh.” Her breath catches when I move my tongue lower.
“Holy shit, pretty girl, you’re wet.” I lap her up. My dick goes full salute. “Really wet.”
She bites her lip, opening her eyes. They’re heavy-lidded, hazy with lust. “Told you your little wave was a turn-on.”
“I didn’t know I had that kinda power. I wave to a lot of people.”
“Then you’re probably the reason sex toy sales have skyrocketed in Hartsville.”
That makes me grin. I use my tongue to spread her arousal onto her clit. “It’s on our Wikipedia page: Hartsville has more vibrators per capita than anywhere else in Texas.”
Ava shuts her eyes again, rolling her hips against my mouth. “Hot cowboys plus backward hats equals—yeah, lots of fun with toys.”
“Or tongues.” I press the flat of mine against her clit. Then I angle my head so I can swipe my tongue through her slit, a quick, front-to-back motion that has her hips punching off the couch.
Her grip on my hair tightens. “Yours is magic.”
“You do seem”—I suck on her clit—“much more relaxed.”
She bends her knees, putting both her feet on my shoulders. I pull my hands out from underneath her ass and put one on her stomach, pushing up her shirt. I splay my fingers so that I’m able to thumb her clit while I slip my tongue inside her entrance, holding her hips down while I work.
She moans, her knees falling apart. Her pussy flutters around my tongue. She’s getting close.
Glancing to the side, I notice the little tattoo on her ankle. “What’s that?”
“My tattoo?” She opens her eyes. “My sisters and I got them on a spring break trip. I was twenty and”—she sucks in a breath when I nip at her clit—“it seemed like a good idea at the time. Three hearts, one for each of us. Mine is filled in with pink, my favorite color.”
“It’s cute.”
“So are you.”
My dick strains against my jeans. I slide my hand up her belly, moving my tongue back to her clit while I cup her breast.
Her bare breast.
“No bra either?” I manage.
Her body rises, back arching as I flick my tongue over her clit again and again and again. “I got—after June—a breast augmentation. I don’t need to wear bras anymore, except when I ride to help with chafing. Implants made me feel—like me again.”
“You’re gorgeous.” I knead her breast, capturing her nipple between my first two fingers. Then I carefully—carefully—trace the scar on the underside of her breast. “I remember seeing this in Austin.”
Ava opens her eyes. “You really do remember everything.”
“I do when it comes to you.”
“Do you judge me?”
“For getting surgery that made you feel human again?” I shove up her shirt, baring her breasts. “How could I? They make you feel good, then they make me feel good. Or, you know, they put me in an extreme amount of pain.”
Ava laughs, throwing her arms over her head. “You’re feeling it too?”
“Pretty girl, you got no idea how fucking hard I am right now.”
“Will you let me relieve your stress, then? Any relief in particular you need?”
I nip at her clit, using my teeth to tease her. She yelps.
“You know the kind I like.”
She’s smiling and I’m smiling, and I feel something inside me crack open. Who the fuck am I, eating out a woman on my family room couch on a Monday morning?
Who the fuck do I think I am, ignoring every responsibility, every should could would, and doing what I want instead?
I feel reckless.
I feel wild as I eat Ava’s pussy, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm. I work my thumb over her nipple, stroking it in time to the movement of my tongue between her legs.
Legs that start to shake. Her hand finds my hair again, and she holds on to me as she rides my face, rocking her hips so I hit her just where she likes.
“Sawyer.” She’s practically yelling now, loud enough that her voice echoes inside the room. “Sawyer, Jesus fucking Christ you’re good. You’re so good, cowboy.”