“Not on the table,” I say, just as my back finds the hard wood.
“I can’t wait much more,” he threatens.
“Down there,” I motion toward the side of the table.
He scoops me up and quickly I’m on my back on the floor.
“Not here. On top of the books.”
“Huh?” he says.
“Books mean everything to me, as do you. It sounds weird and maybe kinky and for sure messed up, but that’s who I am.”
“You know what it sounds like to me?”
I shake my head, ready for this perfect moment to go south.
“Absolutely unique, and perfect, just like you.”
He lifts me and places me on top of the scattered books, but I don’t feel their spines digging into my body at all. All I feel is between my legs, and inside my head…and they’re both screaming…perfect.
My back arches over the stack of books and he uses the opportunity to palm my breasts.
“See, reading has its benefits,” I joke.
“And my imagination has been running wild with things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”
“Then do them,” I say, feeling a sense of confidence overtake me.
His big hand finds my zipper and he yanks it down before unfolding my pants like he’s pulling back the curtain to take a look at what’s inside.
“Don’t just take a look,” I say, contracting my stomach muscles so I can lean up a bit and watch him. “Take all of me.”
CHAPTER 7
Myles
She was shy and innocent no more. I knew she was a voracious reader with a wild imagination, but I didn’t know she could have such a demanding mouth on her when the time called for it.
But it was time to put my mouth all over her and show her that the real thing was better than the fantasy, at least when it came to showing her just how much she was mine.
I’d never been this hard in my entire life, and I had no idea how I was going to fit inside her, let alone last more than a second, but I didn’t care.
All I could think about was being inside her, filling her with my seed, and putting a baby in that perfect belly of hers.
I stared down her little cotton panties with the heart shapes on them as my hand gently made its way to the top of her stomach naturally.
“You know what I’m going to put in here?”
“You’re looking at my dripping wet pussy, but your hand is on my stomach, so which one am I supposed to guess?”
“No need to guess because I’m going to tell you the answers with complete certainty.” I suck in a deep breath of air. “I’m gonna put my lips here,” I begin, nodding at what’s so close, yet so far away thanks to a little layer of cotton that I will soon punish for keeping me from what’s mine, “and a baby here,” as my hand grips her stomach more firmly.
“Oh Myles.”
She presses her stomach into my grip as my other hand reaches to pull her panties down, tearing them in my rush, I lift my hand off her stomach and yank her panties and pants down to her knees in one jerk.
But I wasn’t about to stop there.
I jerk off her pants, followed by those now torn panties, tossing them to the side of the room as I struggle to free myself of my own clothes thanks to the barrier my rock hard erection was putting up.
“You know what I’m going to do to this pretty, pink, pussy of yours?”
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what? I want to hear you say it.”
“My…pussy.”
“Describe your pussy.”
“My…I can’t say it about myself.”
“Say it,” I demand, as I manage to wrestle my pants down to my thighs and quickly work myself free of them and my boxer briefs, which are wet from all the precome.
“My…pretty, pink pussy.”
“Whose pretty pink pussy?”
“Mine, I mean yours.”
“Ours,” I say just as my last foot breaks free and I slide back into position, her scent filling my nostrils as I breathe it in deep.
“Are you ready now?”
“Ready for what?”
“For me to tongue your cunt until you cry out my name.”
“Oh my—“
But before she can finish I dive right in, licking straight up her folds and finding her clit, giving it a flick with the tip of my tongue, sending her hips bucking up right into my face.
My dick thumps into a book that had slid underneath me as her nub throbs in my mouth.
“Oh Myles!” she cries out.
“Myles what?” I mumble into her hole.
“I’m yours.”
Mine. Damn right she is.
Her lips slide up and down as she treats my tongue like a paintbrush, but the canvas, her pussy, is doing all the work. Rightfully so, because she’s a masterpiece.
I try and jam my tongue inside her, only to be reminded just how tight, and perfect, she is.
Knowing I’m the first, and only man, to taste her, has me on edge already.