Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Soon, my pleasure mounted again, the knot in my belly ready to burst, but he pulled out with a slight shake of his head. “Not enough.” He wetted his thumb with his tongue, then pressed it against my clit before he resumed fucking me with his tongue in a torturously slow rhythm. When his thumb began to rub slowly, the pleasure quickly spiraled out of control. My toes curled, and the knot in my belly was about to unleash. Before I could find release, Nestore pulled back and licked up my lust from between my ass cheeks, making me shudder. I had been so close, my clit was pounding angrily.
I hadn’t expected to feel any pleasure tonight, convinced Nestore would make me pay with pain for the heartbreak I’d caused him. I wasn’t sure that still wasn’t part of his plan, but I wanted to enjoy whatever kindness he had to offer before he became the monster I often saw in his eyes.
His tongue lapped at my opening and ass, but never anywhere near my clit where I craved the touch. I wouldn’t beg him, even if my body needed the release.
Nestore brushed the flat of his tongue over my clit again, making me whimper with need. I clenched, already close to my release. It wouldn’t take much more. His touch became almost nonexistent, a whisper when I craved a roar. I was sopping wet, completely overwhelmed with the need to come, but Nestore only kept up the light ministrations with the very tip of his tongue. I sank my teeth into my lower lip. His eyes met mine, dark and hungry. His entire face was covered with my lust by now, and his lips were puffy from teasing me. He flicked his tongue over my clit, then slid lower, parting my folds until he found my opening and slid in. I moaned low in my throat.
“Beg me, then you’ll be rewarded.”
I remained silent except for the breathy moans that his tongue and lips forced out of me with every touch of my needy flesh. “You are very stubborn, my sweet Amelia.”
My heart jerked hearing the endearment. He slid a single finger into me and began to pump in and out slowly. My inner walls clung to his finger, eager for the friction. When he added a second finger, I gasped at the stretching sensation, but soon relaxed. My hips rocked into the touch, but it wasn’t enough. I needed my clit to be touched. “Nestore,” I pressed out, desire tingeing my voice.
He raised his gaze from his glistening fingers. “What do you need?”
The hint of triumph in his voice raised my ire, and I shook my head in response. He chuckled and curled his fingers inside me, making me arch off the bed. My eyes rolled back, but I didn’t tip over the edge. I needed my clit to be touched. Despair filled me. Nestore pulled out his fingers and began to stroke my inner pussy lips lightly with his index and middle fingers. I clenched and moaned. His fingers were gentle as they circled my opening before he kept edging my pussy.
My core clenched. I was so close. So very close.
“So close,” Nestore murmured.
“I need more,” I said, not caring how needy I sounded.
“More.” Nestore brushed his tongue over my opening, following his fingers that slowly pushed into me.
“I was so very broken when I found out you’d left,” he whispered against my clit. “You were my world.”
I stilled. Nestore pushed upward and shoved down his pants. His cock sprang free, making my belly clench in a mix of anxiety and desire. My body still rang with the need for release, but my brain was caught up in the pain in Nestore’s eyes. Nestore climbed on top of me and gripped my throat, his eyes harsh. He grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his hip, then pressed his tip against my soaked opening. Before my body caught up, Nestore thrust forward, his grip on my throat tightening.
I gasped in pain. It felt like I was being split in two. My body was stretched to the maximum.
“All your firsts are mine,” Nestore growled. With one hand on my throat, he pressed another against my throbbing clit and began to rub it almost harshly. Despite the pain, my body had been prepped for release for too long and immediately responded. Nestore pounded into me, his eyes harsh and condemning as his thumb rubbed my clit. Pain and pleasure battled until the latter exploded through me with almost blinding intensity, and my orgasm wrecked me.
Nestore glared down at me, his lips almost on mine as his hips pistoned against me, his cock unrelenting as my pussy yielded.
I kept shuddering through my release, and something wet trailed down my ass cheeks. Blood or lust? I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it were both.