F*cking Awkward by Christine Zolendz, Taryn Plendl, Ahren Sanders, Brooke Page, Aly Martinez, Carey Heywood, Brooke Blaine, A.D. Justice, Amanda Maxlyn, B.A. Wolfe Read Free Book Online Page B

I run my own hands from her thighs to her waist then up, feeling goose bumps rise under my fingers. When I reach her tits, I suck in a breath. Her nipples are hard peaked under what feels like soft lace.
    “I need to see you.”
    “Not yet. This is all about your imagination.”
    “My imagination is telling me you’re exquisite, and barely covered in lace. I see your nipples in my mind, hard and begging for my tongue to circle and suck them into my mouth. Then I’ll move lower until my tongue slides inside your sweet pussy. You’ll moan in pleasure as I feast.” My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I get more and more turned on.
    “Hmmm, you’re pretty good at this game. Let’s try this.” She moves one hand down her stomach until it reaches a band of more lace. “Can you guess what this is?”
    “It feels like a waistband.”
    She leans in, pressing her chest against mine. “Why don’t you move your hand lower?” Her breath is warm against my ear, causing a rumble deep in my chest.
    I do as she says and move straight down her skin, soft, warm… and completely bare. Holy Fuck!
    “Angel, Jesus Christ. What are you doing to me?”
    “You’ll see.” She brushes her lips over mine, then slides slowly down my body.
    She makes quick work of unbuckling my belt and removing the rest of my clothes. My dick jumps when she licks up the length and sucks on the tip. Her tongue swirls a few times before she takes me deep, opening enough to fit all the way down her throat. I move my hands to her head and tangle my fingers in her hair. She purposely glides her tits over my thighs as she works my cock expertly.
    Every aspect of sex with Ari is incredible, but her blowjobs are out of this world. Literally. Three swipes of her tongue and I’m ready to come. When she sucks me deep and cups my balls, I bow off the sofa, squeezing my eyes tight.
    “Baby, I need to see you. This is fucking torture,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
    “Not yet,” she garbles against my dick then quickens her pace.
    A tingling starts at the base of my spine, and I try to pull her head up, wanting to be inside her.
    “Ari—“
    “Ummm…” she hums, her throat vibrating, and I lose it.
    My hands clutch at her hair as I thrust into her face, exploding as she stills, swallowing greedily.
    I sink into the sofa, trying to catch my breath as she kisses my cock one last time and crawls up my body, straddling me again.
    “You can open your eyes now,” she whispers seductively.
    My vision is spotty as I try to focus. When my eyes land on her, my heart races. She’s sitting astride me in white lace, looking every bit of the angel she is. I run my gaze down her body and stop breathing when I see the panties she’s wearing are nothing but a scrap of fabric— literally. They are crotchless. I stare for a full minute, licking my lips when I zero in on something foreign stretching across her beautiful silky skin. My mind finally catches up with my eyes.
    “What the fuck is that?”
    “It’s your number in script.”
    “You got a tattoo on your pussy!?!”
    “It’s temporary.”
    My dick needs no recovery time when I look closer at the artwork my wife has etched on her bare skin. “This may be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”
    “Thought you may like it.”
    “Please, tell me it’s safe to fuck you.”
    “Oh, yeah, but we need to watch out for friction, so I thought I’d fuck you.” She threads her hands through my short hair, grazing my scalp, and seals her mouth over mine.
    I grip her hips and position her so I can slide in easily. Our mouths stay fused together as she starts to rock against me. My hands move to her ass so I can hold her as I angle and thrust from below.
    Her hips meet me stroke for stroke, and she pulls her mouth from mine, panting against my lips. Tiny moans escape, and I quicken my pace, determined to push her over the edge— hopefully more than once. Our bodies slap